Simon rolls his shoulders a little bit while in his sitting posiiton, before leaning back. His fingers sift through hs bangs breifly, before coming to settle upon the back of his head. He brings his arms to an arch and rests his elbows upon the top of the bench, craning his head back to stare upright in silence. Sometimes, when things troubled him, he liked to just sit back and relax. Figure out an alternative to stressing over them. View them from other people's opinions. Things like that.
Without his ploy being the main thing on his mind, the Kageyama can effectively do just that. He contemplates the previous events in the party as he squints at the sky, tapping the one foot on the ground against it leisurely. Despite trying to consider all the options and weigh all the emotions behind them, he couldn't help but end up with a frown on his face at the end of it. 'Man.. why though? This makes everything complicated. Maybe I should come clean and disclose it. She is an important piece to this little internal puzzle of mine.' He muses.
The male brings a set of fingers from behind his head while declined against the bench, raking his digits through his locks and allowing them to shift from framing his face, to part of his forehead. Little did he know, he was being followed for awhile now. It isn't until Shimiko actively calls out his name that he proceeds to slip from his thoughts, blinking several times. Then his head whirls around, as he shifts his cat-like stare to her quietly. His index finger twirls a bundle of blonde locks about its circumference, then loosens and repeats the process once more.
"... Oh. Hey." He remarks awkwardly, quirking a brow upright as she begins to speak. The male represses his bitterness about the truth or dare game as its mentioned, suppressing any hint of sourness so it doesn't become visible upon his facial features. Thinking that's it, Simon shrugs his shoulders, or begins to, up until she continues, expressing her remorse for it this time around. It's at that point that he freezes, lowering his raised brow for a moment.
For the most part, instead of dismissing her, the male just purses his lips for a moment. His gaze shifts away for a moment, becoming fleeting just as his attention on her does. 'Huh. Damn. She isn't mad anymore---did they say something while I was gone? Or is she just trying to get me to apologize in return?' The blonde shifts his gaze back toward her, blinking once or twice. Just from her expression, tone and timing alone, he could tell it was genuine. That's relieving, but also stressful for him. Was she taking full blame for the part he played in being casual as usual in spite of the tense moments that resulted in that outburst?
He's pushed away from his thoughts as she speaks of a question he asked earlier, and before he can really try to figure out what question she entails, she answers. Calls him cute. It touches him--in more ways than one for that matter; it certainly confirms his suspicion about her interests, but at the same time throws him off. Practically flings him to what he was thinking of before.
Not wanting to leave her hanging, though, Simon offers a slow, acknowledging nod.
"I.. see. So that means--" He sweats metaphorical bullets. Holy shit. She's gotta be lying. Say it's a prank. He waits for the punchline--something like 'that's for that dumb truth'. Anything that quells the sense of uncertainty she's placed upon him. But with that uncertainty soon follows a hint of guilt, and he offers a small smile, putting up a poker face weaker than usual. "If it means anything. I can make up what happened earlier. Meet me at the cafe. I'm... sorry too. About the truth and well.. something else. Me. I kinda have to clear something up with you. But in a different setting. Let's try to enjoy the party for now." He insists, lowering his hands and hopping up, slipping his hands into his pockets. The blonde ambles on towards her casually, keeping that meek smile.
"Who knows, it might change your view of me. But it's important--something I've been kinda holding onto for awhile now. Consider it a date, if you're interested." Simon states, starting to stroll back to the dining room. That is, if she doesn't stop him.