"I have no idea what Pocari is. I'll try that, or anything hot," he amended, clearing his throat and turning away the instant he felt blush creeping up his neck. Hiding his face would have helped if it weren't that his ears were red, too.

"Don't make me wait forever, yo. It's balls cold down here, and frostbite ain't something a man oughta get on his tackle," the redhead sniffed, distracting himself with thumbing the grips and gearshifts, bright eyes roaming idly. Much as he tried to look aloof it was pretty obvious that Makishima's chaste affections had him doing internal pirouettes.

"You gotta be here when I break my ankles and lose all my teeth."