[The corndog is discarded as Makoto walks off to get his own. Akira goes back to his half disinterested people-watching, not expecting Makoto to come back and start a conversation. And with that stock opener. This is why he hates small talk.]
Does it look like it?
[Like Makoto, he's not too presentable. Still wearing the pants he arrived in, with splotches of unidentifiable substances here and there, and further mud stains from the beach at the bottom. Though he now has a jacket, he's not wearing a shirt under it, and there are blood splatters in the white fur of the hood. There's still some sand in his hair, as if he'd just dried off quickly and then said 'fuck it'. Which he did. He has yet to bother with a shower or a bath, because doing anything to make himself more approachable doesn't seem like a good idea in this environment.]
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Does it look like it?
[Like Makoto, he's not too presentable. Still wearing the pants he arrived in, with splotches of unidentifiable substances here and there, and further mud stains from the beach at the bottom. Though he now has a jacket, he's not wearing a shirt under it, and there are blood splatters in the white fur of the hood. There's still some sand in his hair, as if he'd just dried off quickly and then said 'fuck it'. Which he did. He has yet to bother with a shower or a bath, because doing anything to make himself more approachable doesn't seem like a good idea in this environment.]