[Does it matter how old Hifumi is, when he acts like a total goofball made of pure sunshine off the clock? He doesn't think so. He's dead set on staying young at heart in a lot of ways, considering how hard life is for him when he's not... When he lets the part of him that's bruised and afraid show through. Nobody likes that Hifumi, or so he thinks. So that Hifumi stays relegated to the darkness and hidden well and truly behind the biggest, brightest smile and loudest voice in Tokyo.

His hair is still full of product and he probably at this point smells too strongly of alcohol and cigarettes to be at this close distance, but he nudges Gentaro one last time before somewhat politely righting himself at the question.]

Oh! Thanks! Doppochin's gonna be worried if I don't text him good morning. I bet he's already working hard, too! Ahhh... [His face falls for a moment.] I hope he remembered his lunch... [Nope, back to smiling, even if it's a little uneasy... because suddenly Hifumi feels guilty for being anywhere but where he should be.] I'll text him real fast! And... maybe a blanket'd be good? Gosh, you're super nice...