He chuckled ruefully as he pulled out the last of his games.

"Oooh, Kenji, eh? That explains a lot."

Seems like Fuuka struck gold on that excuse.

"He's probably busy chasin' after teachers skirts... or did he move onto professors now?"

He remembered Kenji well enough; the guy was okay, but they weren't exactly best friends or anything. Just someone nice to talk to... though he kept skipping out on him whenever they went to get ramen. Kinda jerkish behavior, really.

His face went bright red, glancing up at Fuuka. G-gentlemanly? Who the hell told her -that-?

"A-ahaha, y-you sure about that? You haven't talked to Yuka-tan much then. She'd probably call me, like, 'the poster boy for sexual harassment' or something like that."

...Wow, w-why did he say that? His nerves must be getting the best of him, and he waved his arms quickly, as if to dismiss the idea.

"N-n-n-not that I'd do anything like that, ever! I-I swear! I-I, um..."

Shit, she was going away...

"I-.. y-you don't have to leave if you don't want to, I Um... shit."

Well, this was just dandy, wasn't it?