"Hokay." he smiled, giving the baggie another testing shake. He looked at the bag again, realizing that some of the candies didn't seem to clatter as loudly as he'd anticipated. "On second thought, I think they've melted." he said, rather carelessly tossing the bag behind him and looking rather disappointed.
Instead of continuing this particular game, he got up out of his seat, springing to his feet and walking over to where Higher Education had gone to stand to get away from him. It was really more of a slither than anything else, and he had no qualms about getting right up into his personal space. Ah, yes. This one had to be upset, he could practically smell it in each, deep, liberated breath. Trying to keep his cool, trying, trying to do so many things, and 4chan, well, 4chan was only trying to rile him. He licked his lips, and brought up a hand, looking like it was just about to brush against his shoulder, but not- not quite. As if he was playing the I'm not touching you game with the other psychopomp.
"Look what you're doing." he said, quietly. "Look what you've just wasted- seven, eight, nine, ten minutes on. You're doing nothing."
And then he giggled something terrible. "Not that I'm complaining. Every minute from you is a gift. And you want to give them. You do. Otherwise you wouldn't have let me in."