"Well that must of sucked for that guy." He says, laughing a little bit when she recalled about some past memory of when she was being taught to cook, and having nearly broke the instructors teeth with a rock hard cookie. When she tells him that he was good at soccer, he gets a smug look, grinning a bit. "Of course I am. I've been playing for as long as I can remember." He begins to twirl a strand of hair around his finger, his other hand on his hip. After a moment though he leans down and picks up the bag with his own soccer ball in it, pulling it out and tossing it up and down a little.<br/><br/>For a moment she quieted down, and he entertained himself by bouncing the soccer ball on his knees, easily keeping it from falling or touching the grass, even moments it seemed like it would touch ground but he catches it with his foot, and tosses it up once more. When she started talking, he continues what he was doing, but he found himself agreeing. The city air was suffocating. At the mention of Hisoka he laughs internally. Most would be surprised, but not him. Well, maybe a little at the thought that the guy was towing around a young girl, but other than that....Nah. In fact, the other way around would be more logical. If Hisoka knew that she was hanging out with HIM...then THAT would be something to react to.<br/><br/>"You know Hisoka?" He looks to her, catching the ball in his hands, rolling it around in his palms. A sly grin grew on his lips, eyes glittering with mischief. "I don't see...why people fear him so much..." He shakes his head a little bit, chuckling now, a smug look on his face. "Well...I'm pretty damn sure he wouldn't want you hanging out with the likes of me...so I guess I should get my ass going then. I'm no good, trouble, get me?" He looks to her, that same look in his eyes.