Cool?

( His face twists into an old expression, play-pretend disdain, his eyebrows arching towards said hairline. ) When you find me a cool guy, Satoru, then maybe I'll answer you.

( His teeth catch the edge of his straw, holding it in place as he grins. It makes him look mischievous, even a little older. Like there's the promise of something. It feels too natural to fall into old habits, the teasing. He even leans closer to bump their elbows together - or possibly the space around his elbow, considering they're on a busy street. If infinity's up ( and it better be ) he won't be offended. He'll just sip on his drink. )

All right, remember you're going to win me prizes. Let's go.