4chan peered at him from the kitchen, which wasn't all that difficult, seeing that the room wasn't exactly closed off, but an open little area, a nice little thing, really. It was a nice little apartment, all in all, made very 4chan by the posters and video games and porn, and- laptops, several of them just laying on the kitchen table, unattended to. "Yeah?" he chimed. "Well, suit yourself."
He, of course, went about fixing up the drink product for himself, trying to follow the directions on the packet, but mostly just haphazardly eyeballing measurements and absentmindedly wondering if he had to heat anything to make it. No, that was the Jell-o, but still, armed with a wooden spoon, a pitcher, and a generous helping of sugar, he set about mixing up the little packet, and the sugar.
And surprisingly, he did not talk while doing so. Tongue slipping out absentmindedly to wet his lips as he worked, he seemed mildly lost in what, exactly he was doing, and seemingly pleased with himself once he tested the resulting drink product. An extra spoonful of sugar sealed the deal, and it wasn't until he'd poured himself a drink that he picked up conversing again.
"Yeah, I do. Have that one, I mean. I don't play it much." he shrugged, once again in Higher Education's space, this time with a fresh, icy glass of Kool-Aid. "Do you play anything?" he asked, not spending too much time in one place, before settling himself on the couch, shoving the porn magazine- somewhere onto the floor, and patting the seat next to him. "Why don't you sit down for a bit, hm?"