Kanji quietly cleared his throat, but he nodded. What kinda man turned down lunch with h-his girl? Takeji Zaiten gently set Clive down and couldn't help himself- the red parts of his armor brightened as he hid his face in his hands, and then faded away with a burst of soft blue light.

"Yeah, sure. ...Clive! Behave yourself, y'hear me?"

But the bird was distracted, trotting over with a chirrup before leaning to nuzzle against Naoto's face.