Jingyi may finally understand cool as slang, but of the people he'd apply it to here... as part of their personality? So far the number is low. Fond as he is of his friend, very, very few of those he calls friend qualify as cool, outside of the way they take on and accept the world, in general circumstances.

"Inigo the Night Hunter," he sing-songs, bracing as he touches down on top of the train. As per his usual, his neck arches back until his forelegs slip forward and down to the platform alongside the train, ignoring whatever gap is naturally there between the Voidtrecker Express and the material of the platform. "Tracking down dragons across entire straight line vessels."

Lowering his head and neck again to give Inigo an easy time of slipping off to the solidity of the ground, at his leisure.