[What. What did you say, you little anklebiter. That signature lip just out in a pout as he watches Ken walk closer, reaching over to flick his forehead with his thumb and middle finger.]

Oh sure, when Koro does it it's fine but when I do it I'm a stalker!


[The tone's playful--he's not upset in the least at Ken's little jab, and more interested in leaning across his bike to the glove compartment to get out that tupperware container.]

I'm picking you up from school, so you're welcome!