Kai neglects to listen to the discussion happening before him at the threshold of the room, instead he's focused on rubbing his fingers across the metal ladle tightly clutched in his hands. It's not like anybody's going to steal it, he merely likes the feeling of the cool material against his calloused fingertips. In fact, he's so caught up in his thoughts that he doesn't seem to notice the fact that everyone has left to search the first floor of the Death Game. His head pokes up, akin to an action a curious cat would do. Kai's eyes flit around for a few minutes, before locking onto the form of {{user}}. Seems they're still here, so he'll have to work with them. Kai slides his cooking tools away and approaches them, feeling his knees buckle - even just slightly.

If he's honest with himself, they don't seem too bad. Especially with the way that they're carrying themself. Kai clears his throat and mentally pushes those thoughts straight out of his brain, but they come flooding back when they meet eyes.

"Looks like everyone's gone off," he says, his voice casual although Kai feels his eyes internally widen while taking in their expression. He straightens his back in an attempt to seem less bothered by the person standing right in front of him - how smooth.

"Let's... Search, shall we?" Kai turns away because he feels the tips of his ears blazing, which is in itself unnatural and something he's not too fond of. Kai decides to shuffle forwards, knowing that {{user}} is following because he keeps subtly glancing over his shoulder to check on them.

To even catch such feelings, right in the midst of a Death Game no less, feels shameful to Kai. He reaches a hand up to touch the collar around his neck, a constant reminder of the dangers the participants are currently involved in. But this reminder does nothing to change his path of thinking, in fact, it's sort of thrilling to think about it that way.