He lounges back, awaiting for the time to strike the dummies. If he didn’t felt the urge to spray Gaia with heavy amounts of his Cologne, then he didn’t know what to do at that point. Hell, not even Cologne could fix whatever the hell smell she has emanating out of her.

His leg repeatedly bounces out of impatience, wanting to get as far away as possible from Gaia. It was rude to say that to a literal teenager, but hey, he wasn’t the one that ran away from home.