Well, Takatora didn't want to be the one person who refused a friend request from the Meijin. He didn't care for Daigo's personality, but he wasn't exactly personable himself a lot of the time. Reluctantly, he accepted the request, "I don't know what good I am to you. I didn't even take part in the Event." he said with a grumble. All this socializing, it wasn't exactly the reason he logged in that day. He wanted an escape, to be able to focus on something and therefore not have to think about the real world for a little while. To that end, battles were typically a good way to accomplish that. But not the talking. All that did was make him think he was in the real world, and the real world wasn't something he was in any mood to think about.

"Even if I did... I'm not sure I would've seen it through anyway." to keep from having to stare at everyone, he brought up his game menu and just aimlessly read through the Hayabusa's stat screen. Honestly it was a good thing it didn't get destroyed yet. The truth was that Takatora wasn't sure he would even be able to fix it properly if that ever happened. It wasn't his Gunpla. Not his design, and the only person who could even teach it to him was... Takatora hurriedly shut off the menu screen and looked around awkwardly. He was hoping someone, anyone, would say something else and change the subject to shift the focus away from him.