4chan leaned forward, and proceeded to pick up his napkin, maneuvering himself over the table a bit to sheepishly try to help him sop up what he could of the water. He bit his lip, reddening the skin beneath his teeth with a mixture of worry and what do I do,
"No, I keep wanting to spend time with you because I hate you." he huffed. "And not like that, okay? I mean-"
he sighed, and plopped back into his seat. "I know you don't like me, but you're- you're fun." he swallowed back a good swig of his sake, and kept his gaze on the table.