[ He isn't too sure why he was here to begin with. Touma is sitting at a blank piece of paper, and when he looked up at the sound, his voice with some frustration showing -- directed at himself, no doubt -- it takes him a moment to recognize the source. ] Hey, some of us have our o--
[ Blank stare. ] Oh, it's you. The baseball-playing dragon. [ No disbelief; he had been playing too, and while he wasn't "used" to seeing something like it walking around, he couldn't do anything to deny it, so might as well run with it. ]