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[color=6ecff6]"You alright?"[/color] Footsteps could be heard approaching Daichi from behind, and his drooping ears perked at the arrival of Lance. His voice was filled with what the cat assumed to be worry, but he sensed a hint of mirth in the elf's tone. He could tell he was holding back a laugh, causing the Nocturne to stifle a chuckle of his own. Without turning to face him, Kuroda lurched over the trash bin and tightened his grip on the sides. He let out a disconcerted groan in response before spitting into the garbage once more for good measure. [color=6ecff6]"I have to say, I thought you were smarter than that. His food looks like condensed sewage,"[/color] Lance stated coolly, a smile spreading across his face. He ushered over his shoulder towards the party at the table, specifically at the human whose food he had just thrown up. [color=ed1c24]"He questioned my kind's ability to eat that stuff, but I'm convinced it's not even edible."[/color] Even through the unpleasant taste left in his mouth, Daichi managed to crack a smirk in response to Lance and his snarky comment. 

[color=ed1c24]"-sorry to get your hopes up, I'm not as smart as you had expected."[/color] he purred as he stood up straight. His eyes trailed towards the face of the elf who hovered so high above him, then back down to his chest that rested at the cat's eye level. It appeared that he had something to say, but he decided to keep his petty thoughts to himself. [color=ed1c24][i]I can't look this guy in the eye...[/i][/color] Daichi rubbed the back of his neck, confused even by his own thoughts before he started making his way back to the lunch table. Rather than leaving the elf in his wake, he patted Lance's lower back as an indication to follow him.