Dude. [Duster, no.] What did I just say to you? I know you're not gonna...

[Is he this infuriating on purpose? Must be karma for Aoi's life of pissing people off.]

Can you stop flailing around back there? Like, holy shit. [He snags Duster's wrist and tugs his arm around his shoulders, because that's easier than having Duster bump into him every freaking second.]