Itto is still really excited about Crimson Cyclone talking. The beetle crawls up his arm and onto his head, nestling itself in between his horns. Itto gave him a little pat before he squeezed the hand in his back. It felt really nice to be holding hands. Usually he didn't really touch people or humans for that matter but this felt kind of nice. Perhaps it was the cake.

"That's okay. You can show me around Sizhui, my dude." He smiled and looked around, finding an exit not too far off. "So you got a home here and everything? That's pretty darn cool. I bet it's super nice and pretty like you."