"—Yeah. And then Ness fumbled. If he got off his fucking ass quicker, he would've been able to press Yoichi."

He grumbles some more, continuing to lay in your lap. His hands are tight around your wrists, forcing you to continue holding his face. Not like you'd stop if he let go, though.

"...Hmph."

He looks up from your lap, locking eyes with you.

"Start passing to me more. Why the hell do you favour that asshole more, anyway? I'm better..."

He grumbles some more things about Isagi, hands tightening on your wrists when your grip loosens.