The laugh was encouraging and he quickly followed up next to her, settling right next to her- crawling before sitting cross legged with a grin. He tilts his phone screen to let her get a glimpse of his little capture. Ichinose's hair swept upto her nose nearly as she sung away the lyrics, cheeks cherry red as he looked up and saw its how different the reality looked. The picture couldn't possibly capture her obvious excitement as he leaned on his left wrist- the expanse of his neck obvious as it peaked past the yukata.

"I sure can- you're practically glowing," he answers honestly. "Don't pass out on me till I get drunk atleast, alright? I don't think it would be favourable for either of us if my spine cracked while I attempted to carry you." Those glory days of his were far behind after all and despite being somewhat of a fighter, he still wasn't as much in shape.

"As for your awfully low alcohol tolerance..."He had slipped a small water bottle in his sash along the way which he now held in his hand. "How long since you've hydrated, Ichinose-san?"