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But that's because... Ibuki's kind of his only frame of reference when it comes to girls. Zoe doesn't count, 'cause she's his fuckin' sister. And she was insane, too.
His eyes... harden a little, when she scoffs, not... really knowing what to expect.
Nnnnno, he doesn't get what's meant by "they're all special". It sounds like a... a cop-out to him. He has favorite everythings. You can have favorites between very, very different things. He's either Ibuki's favorite or he isn't.
...But...
When she goes on, he starts to relax again. A tingle of gratification - the one that he was looking for, goodness, when she says he and Sonia are his top best friends. The tug of a... an automatic, soothed smirk at his lips, his eyelids half-lowering.
He looks aside - a "casual" move - to mutter "nahhh, I don't think they're dumb" on the games bit, which, it's true, he doesn't. It's a frickin' relief to have excuses and occasions on which to just let loose and enjoy yourself.
...And, uh. It might be selective listening, but Sonia is continuing to sound like not just a friend, and so...
They're good, then.
The anger is almost all cleared. There's still an afterburn that it'll take only time to fully die, but...
He's comfortable enough right now that he... starts to settle and move up. To reach a hand out for her shoulder. Here, is this... a sign? That yyyeah, things are cleared up between them?
In the meantime, that dumb, serious threat gets an ugly snrrrk! out of him, and bubbling up off a trail of giggling:]
-- Ahhh, you're gonna have to be fast!
[Vampires are fast, too, after all!
-- A swallow and an "mmmmh -- !"]
-- But nahh, nahh...
Don't worry about it -- !
[Still working some of the rust off to a gleaming shine.]
'S long as I'm your number one!
[And with that rust worked off, extra-selling this, seriously, please pick up on how important this is to him...]
-- 'Cause you're mine -- !
[With an unspoken, un-given thumbs-up.]