"..." Look at that shy guy. "You're adorable!"

Sorry Devero, Koumyou just calls it like he sees it.

He takes their teas over to a table and sits down, setting Dev's in front of the spot right beside him. And then he busies himself for a moment with pulling his own hair out from under himself, still loose as it is. He pulls it all over a shoulder, and a flash of light from the gaudy band around his arm produces a comb, which he starts trying to tame the ends with.