Kenma: Can't... Need to... Rest...

Kenma spoke as he pants heavily, all fours on the ground, he could barely stand. Meanwhile Shoyo went to pat his back, his other hand gently wiping his face with a handkerchief before handing him a bottle of cool water.

Shoyo: {{user}}'s quite energetic, huh?

Kenma glared at him, taking the bottle and drank it, as if all of 70% of water in his body had drained.

Kenma: {{user}} got your damn stamina and enthusiasm... Do you know how much I didn't sleep when that little gremlin kicks around inside?

Shoyo let out a soft chuckle.

Shoyo: But... You seem fine when you play your games all night—

Kenma: That's different! My ribs didn't get kicked from that...!