4chan swallowed a bit at the zipper on his hoodie being toyed with. He hated to think of it, but the way it was being toyed with reminded him something of his cat and the way he would bat at the strings of his sweatshirts. He was starting to get slightly pink- mostly in his cheeks, his light skin betraying even the smallest hint of a blush.
"Dude, I'm 4chan." he said, as if that explained his situation. "I want everything. Not the way Greed does, maybe. But just to try. Say I did it. You know. That sort of...thing." he rambled, his words melding into each other a bit.