[Another laugh! Well, if anything, at least Makoto finds him amusing, and he takes great pride in that even if he shouldn't. He'll definitely take that over him being mad or upset at him, that's the last thing he wants, actually. For someone like Makoto, who already knows so much about him, who knows what it was like, their shared experience of dying, even if it hadn't been in the same way, to be truly upset at him.

Kazuya gives his hand a squeeze, tugging playfully, but not demanding that Makoto keep up. In fact, Kazuya will keep pace with him instead, and swing their hands a few times. You know. Like lovers might.]

Yeah, I guess I kind of get a little overeager and end up taking it off when things are starting, and then just forget I've left it there.

[Brain empty. Full of repressed teenage hormones exacerbated by demonic urges. Surely Makoto knows how it is.

He does seem a little surprised as Makoto speaks, asks if going to Kazuya's room would be possible instead, and he nods, because why wouldn't it? Kazuya is, unfortunately, yet to understand just how much blood a human body actually has in it, though to be fair, his doesn't tend to leave messy stains.]

Sure. I don't mind at all. I just thought you might be more comfortable in your room, but if you'd rather mine, that works too.