[He takes another bite of his crepe, mostly to avoid the stupid way his face wants to dissolve into a smile he's afraid of the sensation of, shifting one foot under the table to find and nudge Akira's. He doesn't look at him, but he sort of steps on his toes a moment and then recoils, angling his body a little inward toward the group, just barely.]

「 I'm not a cat!!! 」

Be sure everyone makes note of a few top favorite flavors, so I ensure I find something everyone likes. Tuna, Morgana? Or salmon. Do they make Nova Lox doughnuts...? [Teasing the cat, it seems, is safe enough he can manage. He does, however, fold himself up a little and lean on the table, the gesture unconsciously made to preserve warmth. He's pretty sure at this point he's just going to always be somewhat cold if he isn't touching Akira, which he hates, but supposes he will adjust to.]