This doesn't mean anything, you know? Especially when you have talentless dogs to leash.

( he doesn't sound too amused on the matter, but he gives a sigh when there's nothing he can do in his current situation. all he has to offer is advice as the collar's tightly placed around his neck, and with every swallow the band squeezes around his neck. it's a familiar feeling, but rather than cold steel, it's a normal fabric made for human use on other humans. this wasn't the idea he had in mind at the start, but a hand runs through his white hair — stuttering in a few places where matted — then he drops his hands down between him and her. )

They're all around you, but it's my own fault for letting you take advantage.

( fine, he'll accept it for now. luckily for her, komaeda's curious about where her hope may take her so.. he'll abide by it this once. this is where he relaxes, shoulders falling slack as he raises one hand, patting rika on her waist as a silent plea for her to let him free. she can keep her hold on the leash since that doesn't matter to him, but he should at least stay on course with what he was doing. then again, this really isn't his problem if rika wants to take control of him at the moment, so he can use that to his advantage. )

Are you going to handle offering survival tips? That's what "owners" do.