[ His eyes narrow — first, at his lack of reaction, and second, at his lack of cooperation. What's with this guy…? The ice cream and the air flyer were his ideas, he should at least hold those things! What a sucky partner-in-crime. Maybe he really should have tracked down his fiend roommate instead. But whatever, who's being burdened with what can be a bridge they cross once they get there.

The pedestrian lights signal at them that it's safe to pass through the street now, but Denji doesn't move yet. Stubborn. ]

Sheesh, you're bustin' my nuts here, man! C'mon, you don't even have to actually hold it. Just stand still —

[ And suddenly, with a flourish of his arms, he shakes the pants straight, looping the sleeves around Angel's neck until he's fully swathed in the fabric, looking very much like a soft-serve ice cream cone. Denji's hands planted at his hips, he steps back to admire his work. ]

There! Work smarter, not harder!