"Good, good~ And it does, really. Nasty stuff." The Stampede hummed, and would've skipped if it wouldn't have ended in him dragging Akito the rest of the (short) way. He didn't make any comments on the teen's random giggling, but if it was possible, his grin spread a bit further.
And then they hit room 50.
And the Stampede turned on a dime, careful not to yank Akito by the arm but raising his free hand to knock quickly. "Nicholas? Want to get some breakfast?" ... Had he even talked to Akito before? Ah well. More friends in this place, the better.