"Ow..." He practically whined like a puppy getting kicked, eyebrows sinking in tandem as he rubbed his pinkie. The small remnants of green had nearlu faded out, except for this distant greying at the side.

"...I don’t think I am going to make up with Zenkichi-san any time soon," he sighed. "Morning is-"

He lowers his hand, unsure what Hamuko really wanted out of him. He is being honest here and he knows better than to force camaraderie with others here.

"...are you going to pinch my finger again?"