"Uh huh," he nodded along, the corner of his lip twitching with annoyance at the elbowing. "I think you were going to pick on me regardless."

That said, when Hamuko points out the dripping sake, his eyes shoot up behind his visor. "Wha-" he blinks at the now cracked choko in surprise, seeping and soaking through his hand with the ceramic scratched against some of the initial scarring. "Oh hell... thank you," he quickly grabbed the tissue and wiped away his hand.

"Also no need...sake's pretty weak for me anyway," he waves off his hand. "Better keep my eyes peeled for the night."