These two Adventurers, they were so close with one another. Kosuke was almost envious of their relationship that they had, he couldn't act so casually with anyone in this game. If they got along this well then they probably worked well together too, so working with them should be safe. Even if he did feel a little cornered into accepting the invitation to join them at the very least he would learn how well he fought with a new group, that was something to look forward too, he guessed. With these two seeming so enthusiastic about grouping up he really ought to try and extend the same, but it was hard to really put himself out there. Glancing up at Largoes when he was addressed the samurai looked away embarrassed, pulling at a tuft of his cloak nervously. True, he had very little experience in combat since the Apocalypse. He'd ventured outside the walls once or twice to try fighting, so he knew the traditional style didn't work. Not well anyways, it was horribly clunky and awkward. Obviously people had figured out how to fight after the fact since parties went out like clockwork, but that secret had thus far eluded him. Nodding his head in agreement Kosuke managed the smallest of smiles, his hand resting on the hilt of his weapon. "Alright... Uh... If you don't m-mind, that is..." 

The eagerness on Aiko's part to get moving was palpable, as if her eccentric way of picking where they were going wasn't indicative enough. She was just randomly picking a spot then? Well that couldn't be all bad, everything near Akihabara was well below their levels so it ought not matter much what they were facing. Even if he couldn't completely figure out how combat worked just yet he would be able to take a beating before dying, so there was some leeway in his learning. Even with a location in mind they weren't on their way out yet, there was something more the assassin had to get off her chest apparently. Why was she so off-put by him calling himself a tank? That's what he was, after all, it wasn't wrong. Was she angry he was using game terms still? Well stuck in Elder Tales or not it was still just that, a game. Real life was nothing like this, Kosyke couldn't really see it for much more than that just yet. Plenty of people had come to accept this as reality and while he accepted being stuck here he still had trouble seeing it as anything but Elder Tales. Since it was easier to agree though and avoid confrontation he nodded his head, sweating slightly under the scrutiny of Aiko. "O-Of course... Sorry. And I'll let you know if I n-need to, uh... Tag out." Weird, he'd never traded out with someone before in a fight, even if it were another tank. These two must not be used to regular groups, like raids, which he'd been a member of plenty of times prior to the Apocalypse.

So this was it then, he was really going along with them. Kosuke didn't quite know why himself, he was always so against grouping up and fighting as of late. Yet his legs moved of their own volition now, and one after another they forged him along after Aiko and Largoes. Bubbling up inside himself was part anxiety and excitement over the prospect of battling again, it would certainly be a change from his typical hiding in the shadow of a tree. If they were going into combat he needed to be in his gear then, not this simple tunic and cloak. With a simple flick of the wrist he traded in his casual wear for his samurai armor, the plates clunking together with dull thuds as it appeared on his person. It was so odd how he could feel the weight of it now, and even more so how easily he could move in spite of that. Were this the real world he was positive he'd be near incapacitated over the sheer weight of this, and yet it barely felt different than his clothing before. Just as well, he'd be pretty hapless as a tank if he couldn't move at all. Glancing ahead at Aiko he was interested in how she had changed as well, and more so the change in her demeanor. She'd gone from being a bit eccentric to walking with a purpose, like she was all business. Why was that, Kosuke wondered? Was that whole attitude he'd seen a moment ago just an act to get him to join? No, that wasn't fair, he shouldn't be cynical. She had a reason and that was hers alone, it wasn't his place to question it.

Aiko really was all fun and no games now, even her voice had deadpanned from what it was before. She was kind of scary this way, Kosuke thought, probably best to try and just smile and nod then. Doing just that to signal he was ready he glanced to Aiko once more, his smile quickly waning when she mentioned pain. He knew that was going to be a part of it of course, he just didn't know how bad it would be. That only served to rile up his nerves again, but at this point it was much too late to back out. If he chickened out again and went back to hiding then this could well be his last chance to do anything, he might have to settle for a more sedentary existence. "R-Right... Understood!" Kosuke answered, nodding his head quickly. He couldn't help but wonder, was he a burden to them? His inexperience was plain as day to the pair but they invited him along anyways, maybe out of pity of seeing him alone. He would have to try his hardest to stay in this group, if he didn't meet their expectations then it would end the same as if he ran away again. Inhaling deeply he tried to steel himself against what was to come, following after the others after a moment.

Naturally anxious, Kosuke had a plethora of questions and worries going through his mind. How well would he actually hold up in combat? What little he had tried since the Apocalypse had been anything but stellar, he'd gotten cold feet and ran from creatures several levels lower than himself. Actually coming face to face with monsters was vastly different than seeing them on a computer screen, they were far more intimidating regardless of level. The samurai wasn't sure how well he would be able to keep aggro of the monsters around him either, considering he now could only see the ones in his direct line of sight. Perhaps the benefit of that was the fact everyone in his group was a single target attacker, meaning so long as they didn't go nuts he could hold the hate easy enough. What if he made a mistake though, and they ended up wiping because of him? That shouldn't happen, they were probably going to fight low leveled monsters, 40 at best. Even so Kosuke had to worry he'd somehow mess this up, his own inexperience lending itself to that concern. With a furrowed brow he was staring down at the ground as he mulled this over, trying to reconcile with himself that he would do fine. Had he not been staring into the dirt he might have noticed someone barreling towards him, and he may not have yelped aloud when he was hit broadside by said person.

With his eyes squeezed shut Kosuke couldn't well see who had knocked him over, but that didn't mean he couldn't feel anything. Aside from the weight now on top of him he felt something very soft, and round, shoved in his face. Confused he opened one of his eyes to find out what it was and immediately turned a brilliant shade of red, both eyes shooting open in shock. Why were there breasts in his face?! What in the world...? Having not even realized his ears and tail had sprung as a result of the surprise the samurai made an odd sound when his ears were tugged, scrunching up his shoulders and peeling his face away from the girl's chest. She was just sat there... Completely oblivious to the fact he was very well aware of what was going on... Playing with his ears. Kosuke felt like his head might explode from all the blood rushing to it, he desperately needed to get out of this situation. Trying to open his mouth to ask her to move all he could manage were silent gasps, his wits had completely left him. He couldn't do this, no way. A girl, a girl was sitting on him, and she'd put her chest in his face! It was a miracle that he hadn't just passed out from the shock, though he was getting precariously close to that point.

After a bit more of possessive groping of his ears the girl finally registered they must be attached to someone, addressing Kosuke in the least apologetic way possible. She did say sorry, but throwing in 'molest' and asking to keep him really made it hard to appreciate that fact. Still completely at a loss for words all he could do was shake his head, his eyes desperately trying to find somewhere that wasn't on the girl. Why him? Largoes was a little otter, he was furry and everything, why couldn't the girl go for him instead? She was an odd one, this girl, going on about animals and how they were all cute. Had he more than the backbone of a slug Kosuke might capitalize on the fact an adorable girl was perched on his lap, but instead all he could do was flounder like a fish out of water. Goodness knows he must have looked the part, opening and closing his mouth repeatedly as he struggled to find words. Finally Kosuke managed to find his voice again, getting out a rather lame, meek request. "P-Please get off of m-me...?"