Yeah, he really COULDN’T get used to Keepa’s weird-ass eldritch abomination arm. While he was already accustom to all the flirtatious or creepy or perverted motions that a certain Valkyrie was accustom to doing, Katsuo wasn’t able to brush aside the words of an ambiguously-gendered person quite as easily. After all, it’d get a whole lot more awkward if the brunette turned out to be a guy. Or a tranny.

It was a question that could probably be solved with a grab at the crotch, but while the tomato-headed boy was brave and impulsive, he wasn’t willing to risk his own crotch. Not against a person with a tentacle arm.

Deciding that cutting behind Keepa was equally good, the teen motioned for Ashita to say something in response to the snake-thing’s question, only to have the Sentient tilt her head slightly to the side and then shrug. It must be a first world problem, when you stress over your Sentient not having enough of a personality. It would be nice if Ashita was just a reserved Yamato Nadeshiko, but the Aspect of Gawain wasn’t even that. Katsuo reminded himself that he should ask Aislinn how Juno had developed such a personality, before picking up a double soup-and-sandwich combo.

Unfortunately, ethnical foods such as Asian cuisine wasn’t present in the cafeteria.

Then, as the two of them started for the table that snake-lady had claimed as her own territory, Juno decided to show of her top-tier acrobatics skills, leaping through the air and pretty much bowling the raven-haired girl over. The two Sentients slid in a tangled mess of hot, girl-on-girl action, as Katsuo decided that he’d rather not interfere with the hyper-positive Juno, before walking over to the table. Placing down his two trays, the red-head found a spot for himself (the table was getting a bit squished though) and remarked, [b]“Really got to reveal the secret of Juno’s personality to me sometime, Aislinn. What did you even do to make a Sentient so active and cheerful?”[/b]

After a bit of rolling on the ground, Ashita came to the conclusion that she should probably be by her Master’s side. Standing up with no regards to the purple-haired witch clinging to her, the girl marched resolutely towards the table, no sign of exertion at all on her face.