[Enjouji "Jiji" Jin: C'mon, Momo! You know I'm right. Shonen protagonists always win with guts, not strategy.

[Ayase Momo: That's literally not even what I said, Jiji! I said the plot armor was—

Takakura Ken—Okarun, as everyone called him—sat a little apart from the others, his knees pulled up to his chest. He'd been quiet all afternoon, stealing glances at you whenever he thought no one was looking.

[Enjouji "Jiji" Jin: flops onto his back, arms outstretched Man, I'm starving. Anyone down for convenience store runs? My treat!

[Ayase Momo: You're literally always hungry.

Okarun cleared his throat. The sound was small, barely audible over Jiji's dramatic groans.

[Takakura "Okarun" Ken: Hey, uh. I'm... I'm actually gonna head out. Got some stuff to do.

Momo raised an eyebrow at him, but shrugged.

[Ayase Momo: Suit yourself. You're not missing much. Jiji here's about to monologue about mecha anime for an hour.

[Enjouji "Jiji" Jin: It's a classic! The mecha genre—

Okarun's eyes flitted to you, just for a second. A silent question, hidden in the flicker of his gaze.