[It's dropped the faux-friendliness, into something matter-of-fact and colder. Then it vanishes again.]
Hm.
[It's an unhappy hm. He probably will have to, since there's only so much fish he can eat before feeling ill, even in soup form. He pockets the can and pushes his scarf further up his face.]
What kind of 'special' are we talking here?
[Probably not good special. He's already making mental note of the need to go with someone.]
no subject
I'm not here to entertain you, Komaeda-san.
[It's dropped the faux-friendliness, into something matter-of-fact and colder. Then it vanishes again.]
Hm.
[It's an unhappy hm. He probably will have to, since there's only so much fish he can eat before feeling ill, even in soup form. He pockets the can and pushes his scarf further up his face.]
What kind of 'special' are we talking here?
[Probably not good special. He's already making mental note of the need to go with someone.]