Manabu can't remember the last time he's sat down to just shoot the shit with someone over some booze. Granted, he's never been much of a drinker outside of politely complying with a group, but he can't deny that the feeling of a light buzz creeping on is a special kind of comfort. Reminds him of downtime with the rest of Big One's crew.

Man, he misses those guys. He hopes their train-based hijinks at least let them visit home once in a while.

"Jeez." He shakes his head at the tail-end of a laugh. "So that big, green guy just...beat him on the floor like he was a dirty rug? And he survived that? That's almost like a cartoon, but...I can't say I don't believe it. There's weird stuff going on all the time somewhere, right?"