The appearance of a smirk on Chaz's face following his offer to spar made Kenta light up giddily. He was less amused by the prospect and more by its delivery.<span style="font-style: italic">Did he just.... tell a joke?</span>A wide grin playing across Kenta's face at the idea. "Oh, trying to get that punch in, huh?"  he let out a small laugh while stowing the tin away in his bag. He interlaced his fingers behind his head and looked up to find at the sky for a moment. The sun was harsh this morning, but the humidity was starting to ease up. He looked back just in time to catch Chaz redressing. Kenta thought about hooting but decided against it. Something told him Chaz might get a bit irritated this time around.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">"So to what do I owe the pleasure?"</span>Chaz started, Kenta pulled an amused, incredulous face.<span style="font-style: italic">"Now who's this guy?"</span>he thought as he closed the gap between them.<br/><br/>"I was just around," he lied "Jumichi and I trained for a bit but he had to go," he looked up at the boy, his eyes nearly imperceivable. "I was actually headed to clean up or get something to eat, hadn't decided what order that would happen in yet," he gave his arm a sniff before shaking the daze from his head that the odor had knocked into him.<br/><br/>"Wanna come with, hot pants?" he didn't wait around for him to answer. He was already headed back toward the village.