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Before he could explain the advertising genius of acorns being used to adorn a Dachshund body costume, a random bystander had interrupted their conversation. He looked quite familiar to Kazuyoshi but he couldn't quite put his finger on it until the lad started going on about food. [color=#2c669b]"Oh, it's Hinari-kun. You know cutting through old man Takemura's place is the fastest way to get here... Also, if it's Mister Takemura asking, then no we've never even heard of him."[/color] Kazuyoshi had a feeling that Daigo was the kind of kid to actually enjoy talking to adults, specially taking pleasure in snitching on cool kids such as himself. Who else would bother listening to a rant about crabs, after all, aside from the elderly who probably have nothing else going on for them. Luckily, Noriaki was the target of his focus as they continued their conversation about cats and corndogs. Damn, could he go for a sweet batter-dipped, deepfried sausage with mustard on top right about now. 

Just as he was about to further indulge in his fantasy, Kazuyoshi would be pulled from the verge of his daydream departure as Daigo proceeded to ask about dogs that weren't on sticks or sauced to perfection. [color=#2c669b]"Uh, no on the dogs but I'm not gonna let some schmuck salesman upsell Noriaki useless merch. Osakan accents smell like blood to those sharks."[/color] While this was the preferred reasoning formed by his conscious mind, the feeling of being wanted company was his true longing. Luckily, Noriaki was strangely approachable and accommodating. Perhaps his magnetism was what also caused their classmate to join in on their discussion. Taking a risk on his hunch, Kazuyoshi would extend the olive branch to Daigo.

[color=#2c669b]"So since you're like the expert on boring stuff like this, wanna help me ward off those sales sharks?"[/color] he would state with masking bravado, secretly hoping their bespectacled peer would accept. As much as he'd like to, Kazu couldn't possibly just talk to Noriaki for the rest of his high school life. Perhaps it was time to expand his horizons and include others unlike himself within his social circle. The price to pay for this, unfortunately, might be listening to hours upon hours about how there's multiple ways to serve crabs and the accompanying side dishes that complement its flavor and texture. He really just wanted a corndog right about now.