What do you mean?

( he asks confused, watching meng yao stand from his chair to intimidate(?) him, and as much as komaeda doesn't want to play the coward, he takes a step back. placing a bit of distance between him and the other, he walks closer to the female, standing behind her chair as hands rest along the length of the backrest's top rail. )

Actually, she's not my type.

( she gasps, her cheeks puffing up offended, and she's quick to turn around to point another accusatory finger at him — this man is rather rude, and she couldn't see anything in him! the pasty skin, sickly look in his eyes, and white hair is just unordinary! whose grandpa is this? the moment her mouth parts to speak up, komaeda's quick to take the plunge — )

She's the love... of our life, but I just cannot stand her marrying you when... I'm right here.

( he sighs, disappointed in the thought, and she bites her tongue — how dare he try to be slick, but she turns back around to face meng yao, her arms crossed in annoyance.

"you know him, don't you? meng yao-doodle... do you think he means it... you're the man of the relationship, so what do we do..."

since komaeda stands behind her, he tries his best to refrain from laughing by looking off to the side. )