Largoes rubs the back of his head, raising a brow as the Samurai gives him a curious look, and then just sort of… Looks away. G-gosh, is talking with people really that difficult? …Did he offend him, or something? He ponders for a moment, thinking to himself. It doesn’t seem like he wants to deal with anyone right now, so perhaps it’d do to leave him alone.
‘For once, my intuition was right.’ He thinks to himself. The Guardian opens his mouth to say something, but is interrupted by a light tap on his shoulder. He turns around, smiling a bit as he sees Aiko behind him. He’ll never get used to how silent she is when she’s sneaking around, but he’s glad he found her here. Before he can say another word, though, his eyes widen and his face goes pale. 

[b][i] "Largoes-san... I-I was so confused last night... W-when you asked me to go on a... on a date with you," [/i][/b]

“H-hey, what’s.. What’s with the honorifics, now? And—Wait.. I.. I s-said…” He stutters, staring blankly at her. One drink was all it took, eh? “I-I’m sorry if I… I didn’t mean to s-- I don’t even r-remember—“

[b][i] "B-But after thinking it over, I'm glad I said yes... I'm so excited to go out tonight. I've never seen you so confident, I guess... It's just a new side of you, huh?" [/i][/b]

Largoes gulps, falling silent. [i]I messed up, I messed up, I messed up, I messed up--[/i] 
Before his thoughts could even catch up with him, it was only seconds before the Fox Tail had dropped the act, giggling behind her hand. The Guardian gives a defeated sigh as color returns to his face, albeit redder than earlier. He clears his throat as he coughs into his hand, finding his voice again and regaining his composure. “..Y-you’re a jerk, you know that?” He says jokingly, giving his friend a good-natured push. Er… At least, he [i]thinks[/i] that meant she was joking. He tugs at his scarf like it’s the collar of a shirt that was suddenly slightly too tight on him. He’d be no good on a date, let alone with his best—and essentially only friend. The incessant teasing and joking came with the companionship, and quite frankly, he welcomed it. 

As Aiko had greeted the Samurai with slightly greater success than him, Largoes steps aside, turning to face the Samurai again. He opens his mouth to try and protest being a bother, frowning and flicking his tail, but ever-slow to the draw, he catches Aiko’s knowing glance again. “Ah, right. S-she’s just joking, still..” He mumbles under his breath, half-relieved. After being so detached from people, Aiko has done a good job of innately teaching him social cues. Mostly by thoroughly embarrassing him, whether he picks up on it or not… But it was all in good nature. 

The otter perks his ears as Kosuke speaks up, crossing his arms and ‘ah’ing. Confidence issues, then. So he [i]was[/i] apologizing, earlier. He casts a glance over to Aiko, swaying his tail a bit. He knows about not being able to fight in a group, or not getting along with people. It feels easier to just let people pass by, while you do your own thing. He hadn’t thought to invite the Samurai to join them for a while, but maybe it’d do them all some good, after all. 

“…H-have you tried before, Kosuke?” He asks out of the blue, a smirk peeking out from behind his scarf.