4chan giggled at his mistake, and tried not to make it too obvious that he was still enjoying himself. He was. Just a little. Maybe this wasn't going to be a total disaster, and maybe Higher Education didn't hate him- he certainly seemed like he wanted to talk more than he wanted to berate or yell. Maybe he really was confused, and maybe- 4chan sighed, and clasped his hands together in front of himself. Hair fell into his eyes, and he was quick to brush the curls away.
"I don't think I have the wrong idea." he stated. "I think you do. I just- I like you. You're one of those things I like." he shrugged.
"Like- I like anime. I like chocolate. I like porn. I like Higher Education." he was explaining it on a simplistic level, but more mature words didn't seem to want to come to him.