Having taken the time to eat his yakisoba buns as he continued to stare and ogle at the depowered robot, Katsuo eventually -- as he always did after a prolonged period of inactivity -- grew bored. Tossing his bag of trash into the Robotics Club trashcan, the delinquent left the pacified clubroom, though not forgetting to give the KO'd otaku a kick to the gut as he stepped over the random and somewhat justified victim.<b>"And since that stupid pervert's fat head broke my sake, guess I'll see what the cafeteria sells,"</b>he grumbled as he shut the door and began to wander the halls.<br/><br/>Arriving in the cafeteria after a while, the young gangleader eventually ordered a milk tea after yelling quite loudly about the lack of alcohol in the school cafeteria's drink options. Stabbing the straw into the carton, he began to walk around the tiny, bustling space as he looked for a mixture of familiar faces and potential trouble. Spotting Meiko and the minotaur, Katsuo figured he might have found both.<br/><br/>Squeezing at the carton as he drained it, he tossed the trash towards a waste bin as he strolled up with his arms behind his head.<b>"Yo, foxy. Had some shit to take care of, but I'll be in class the rest of the day. Unless other shit comes up, I guess." </b>Gesturing with an upward nod towards the minotaur, he continued.<b>"Say, the farm animal botherin' ya? Wouldn't be much of an issue to put the cow out to pasture. Gwa ha ha!"</b>From the faux-blonde's derisive laughter, he clearly thought his joke was outrageous.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>