“Me? Brash?” He doesn’t think of himself as such. Which is why the suggestion by the female causes him to clasp his chest in shock. He’s always being ridiculous, mimicking the greatest surprise he can with eyes as wide and ludicrous as possible, but he knows she gets the point. “I cannot believe you think of me as such. If I were a Pokemon, my nature would most certainly not be brash.” He’s ready though, despite his antics, to hold his phone steady while she takes to the position. “Breathe. If you hurt something, I’m a dead man.” He could count the people lining up to kick his ass if they weren’t careful. They always were. He’s counting too, with a silly grin on his face. He almost threatens to tickle her but, safety first. “That’s not so bad right?”

Her face had gone red with all the blood gushing down to her head but she keeps at it, typically because she liked to push her luck and test her own limits. It’s why she gets herself into trouble, sketchy situations, anything else along those contrariwise to the extremity of her resistance to certain notions (this one excluded). Anything otherwise wasn’t her. It wouldn’t be right, and she’s counting on him to point out if a sign of such instance ticks. He was reliable more than he was ‘brash’, as she puts it. He was reliable, more than anything else that he was.

The reactions, extravagant expressions were more amusing that her attempt at a difficult maneuver. “Hurry,” she says in a struggle. Because while there wasn’t an audience of two or more, she didn’t feel it necessary to impress. Mino? Probably the least person to worry about in such a manner. “This is a charity. First, I indulge you in this foolishness and next, I’ll even let you see me give up. That’s rare, oppae. Rare!” she exclaims, stance shaking with her feet wiggling around.