The psychopomp couldn't help but snigger at 4chan's grimacing, quickly smothering the noise before it bloomed into full-out laughter. He wasn't inclined to just start laughing like a lunatic in a public space, regardless of how often he may have done just that this week and the fact that several key areas of his brain were shrivelling up in response to 4chan's earlier remarks.
Very funny - "fucked. up," and then a foot-nudge. That was an extremely funny joke that would be even funnier once he took a few shots and prevented it from getting into his long-term memory. What would a few more brain cells mean? At least he wouldn't have to deal with being hit on in a very nice sushi bar when he was currently a bit more interested in finding the nearest bathroom and conducting a religious ceremony in the nearest stall -
Higher Education rubbed at his face and eyes, pushing his glasses up and then replacing them on his nose. Coming here wasn't a good idea, in hindsight. In any sight, actually.
"It's Spring Break." The capitalization came through in the tone of his voice, as well as something caught between muted awe and disgust. "You probably...get what that entailsh. Entails. Involves. Means." He made an irritated sound and busied himself with pouring a cup of tea - oh, that looked nice, nice bloom in it, hopefully he wouldn't vomit it up - with hands that were steady enough to get the job done. "I'm sieged on both sides."