[ He falls into an easy rapport relatively quickly, with his wrist gently dislodging itself from Mafuyu's grip to stick into his wide sweatshirt pocket. It's an old nervous habit, to hide his hands when he's fidgeting with them— even if he's a performer, he's still awkward around girls. ]

Cool, cool— nice to meetcha! [ An exaggerated turn on his heels, and he motions to where he wants to go with a tip of his chin. ] It's a total win for us, since we're gonna get so much ice cream. Until we puke!

[ Tomorrow's headlines: 16 year old boy found dead with his face in a pool of ice cream. ]

—O, or not...! Maybe I shouldn't have said 'puke' in front of a girl...