Yaten muttered something under his breath that was probably insulting, and quite possibly uncalled for. Great. He was stuck, in some thrice-cursed crazy world, as a male, with people who were even bigger idiots than the average Three Lights fangirl. At least this one wasn't squeeing and falling all over him. That was a small plus at least.
"I'm not your... whatever." he said, running a hand back through his hair. He pulled his ponytale over his shoulder and began combing through it, as if that was his only concern.