Higher Education pointedly ignored the glasses comment - whether it was intended as a complement or not, the potential ramifications of being an ideally-long-lived being with eyesight that was bound to get worse with time made the thought of glasses rather uncomfortable when contemplated for more than a few seconds. Instead, he simply shrugged. "It's for the best that the word got out. Who knows how many games were saved. Think of the memes."
Abruptly, 4chan was leaning over the couch. Higher Education leaned away, looking across the room at a random, brightly-colored poster as 4chan rummaged around for...'asbestos' and 'anonymous' behind the couch, whoever they could be. The psychopomp was assuming - for a change, of course, to make a small joke that really wasn't even that funny to him - the two of them weren't, in fact, people, but for all he knew those two names could not be names at all, or else they could be -
His elbow slipped off of the far edge of the couch and he momentarily scrabbled for balance, quickly righting himself in time to see 4chan sit back down, holding what at first appeared to be a rolled-up white towel in his arms. Closer inspection revealed that the 'towel' was, in fact, a well-fed and content-looking cat, which quickly plopped itself down on his lap. Well, at least it was acting like a cat should.
"...no, I'm not allergic," he said flatly, looking at the cat. Bemusedly, he watched as the furry little thing made itself comfortable on 4chan's lap. "I actually don't mind cats at all. They're comparable in intelligence to humans, or at least very young toddlers. Not to mention that they're intelligent enough to use a box instead of any available surface, and only deface objects you purchase for the explicit purpose of being scratched up."