He did not like the way Riddle-san was looking at him. Not at all.
He knew when someone was feeling not as, kind and that was making him nervous, shifting uncomfortably in his seat and staring back with those sunken cat-like eyes, gold against green. Maybe he should just leave but before he could get up, the other was asking him another question and Kokera intertwined his fingers hesitantly about to speak in reply before suddenly stopping, eyes flicking wider.
Kokira?
He was pretty sure Tom knew how to pronounce his name. He shouldn't let something like that bother him, and it didn't all so much, but it tickled his annoyance and his frown deepened subtlety.
"Kokera." He corrected, the name rolling off his tongue easily. But then he gave a shrug, a bit thrown off now and finding it hard to think of his reply. So he was silent before shaking his head. "Uh, yeah. I guess you can call it that."