Even after he stops and she follows suits, Mina appears to still be very hyper, eyes bright and a wide smile dancing on her lips. “Are you okay, oppa—?” She begins to ask, only to laugh when he starts babbling, using pokemon to make analogies regarding his energy levels and so-called usefulness. “We can sit,” she agrees, still laughing as her hands drop to her side, and ithout much thought, she drops on the ground, legs crossed as she sits Indian style.
“I don’t know, am I ok? I might have broken something, I shouldn’t be running around like that at this age.” He pressed his lips into a thin line, shook his head, “Moving around like that is for young people. Maybe next time I’ll just ask for a fruit basket. Send me some kiwi, will you?"
He promptly moved to lower himself to the ground, flapping his hands on his knees once positioned comfortably. "Or better yet, just send me money. I won’t do anything earth shattering with it.”