They're sturdy enough. And I'm not that greedy unless I want to be. [ One of the most frustrating things about dealing with Natsuno is his enigmatically. He's just as likely to meet a confrontation as he is to ignore it and take whatever comes his way as a consequence. For as terrible as his mercual nature is for socialization, it's one of the reasons Tatsumi read him so badly. A young boy who seemed indifferent—even meek—when being taught the way of the undead world via "friendly" choking? That boy had little in common with the jinrou who threw him down a ravine he had prepacked with dynamite. It's for this reason that Natsuno meets that toothy smile with a sharp one of his own. Not as wide, but certainly just as dark. ]

I wouldn't mind. I haven't really tested it here but... [ By this point he's gone back to leaning forward onto the chair back, to the point of balancing all of his weight on just the two front legs. There's a lot of energy in his muscles too, and neither jogging nor playing videogames helped much. ]