[ Angel looks up at him. Denji's sights land on Angel. The stretched out whites of his eyes appear to fruitlessly communicate: Damn it, dude, I already did the heavy-lifting up the stairs, not this too! Releasing an inhale that seethes with nervous energy, he faces Aki's tired stare, rimed faintly with redness. Screw it, Denji throws his hands up, a forced grin on his face, jazzing at the tilting column before them. ]

Suuurpriiise!! We got you stuff! [ We. We! This was a team effort, so don't get mad at just him! ] Ice cream, meat, and — [ His mind's racing so hard that the precise list of items they'd compiled for this event completely blanks from Denji's cognition. Neck craning to look at the tower, he carries on: ] Um, other things! Like, see, this pan — your buddy picked it out because he heard about what happened to the air flyer. Real nice for a dude. But he's kind of a pain in the ass to hangout with.

[ …It's quiet. The type of quiet that hints at a brewing hell. After a moment, Denji realizes his hair is still tied in a dumbass-looking topknot. His hand reaches up to pull it out. ]

Alright, I'm goin' to bed now. [ His feet shuffle for the exit, Denji careful to stay clear of touching Angel. ] Don't stay up too late, alright? And make sure to leave me some bread to toast in the morning. See ya.