4chan, for lack of a better word, flopped into the space that Harvard had been occupying, head-first. "Fine, dude. Be that way." he huffed, half eaten by couch cushions. He gave a little stretch, muttered something indistinguishable under his breath, and got up to his feet as well.
"No promises. You might cry, though. It's that awesome." he said, angling himself towards his bedroom, and waving Higher Education along- making a motion as if he should follow him.
He didn't say much more- not wanting to make this particular scene look any less abnormal. He would have reached out a hand to grab onto Harvard's, but given his previous reactions- he didn't exactly want to send the older god running away from him, either. Instead, he tip-toed between being a little bit too creepy, and acting as if what he had to show him was no big deal. And it wasn't, really.