"Dipshit." 4chan sighed, tapping twice on the screen to zoom in- though, he'd managed to give Higher Education a face full of porn in the process. "There." he said, settling back into his seat, and just in time to be faced with a waiter who was all but smiling at him.
He smiled right back, like nothing at all had been going on, and ordered. His Japanese was seamless, delicate, even. Fitting, yet unfitting for someone like 4chan, though, he'd just managed to order them several plates of food, and a bottle of sake. The bill was going to be ridiculous. He didn't care. He ran his tongue over his lips and resolved to face Higher Education all over again.
"So. You fuck anyone yet?" His gaze was locked on to the god across from him, something like a cat waiting for him to move just so he could push him in the directions he wanted him to go.
This would have been a less outrageous question, had the waiter not been still standing at the table- though, he quickly wasn't, giving 4chan something of a raised eyebrow as he walked off.