[ It's too early for this kind of thing, yet he keeps cluelessly jabbering on, not a hint of drowsiness in his voice. He's too wired. Doesn't even acknowledge the hands cleaning off his sides. ]

She's got way too many issues to name, [ Denji continues, settling in on top of one of Aki's knees, his own knee bouncing like jelly on a moving platter. His movements run into the leg he'd his mark on every so often, until he realizes what he's doing, and he noticeably adjusts his position to turn toward Aki to avoid irritating the wound. No matter how much it's shrunk. ]

But you had your reasons back then, too, didn'tcha? [ He poaches a puff of foam with his finger, blowing it into Aki's face. ] That time I kicked your ass after you kicked mine?