[He'll give Zura another look over, and then finally decide that the best thing to do for now is to act like things are just . . . normal. That things are ok.

And the best way to do that is to apparently start taking off all his sticky clothes, leaving them in a trail on his way to the bathroom while mindlessly telling Zura about the pudding slimes and how dumb they were and how hard they were to kill. He'll start filling the tub; apparently despite all this technology a guy still had to wait for a bathtub to fill up; he'll run his fingers through the dried mess of pudding crap in his hair. ]

. . . but yeah, anyway, I'm pretty sure something's way wrong with that game. Isn't it supposed to be fake? It's a virtual game, right?

[He's in his boxers, which are also sticky somehow? Gross. It's a good thing they're friends.]