Gibs flashed him another playful smile as Simon's tongue poked at him. He absently stretched his arms over his head, arching his chest forward with a long, yawn. Good work out, he could do with some food now. He closed one eye and rubbed at his still ringing ear as he watched Simon get to his feet, ready to hurry and help him if need be. He had already been injured and fallen on Gibs' watch, he was not going to let that happen again. "Heh, yeah, learn t' keep up an' we'll do great," he taunted merrily.
He perked up at hearing there was something for him, letting out a curious "Mrr?" sound and moved in closer. Something for him? It was rare a phrase like that was not followed by a middle finger or an object aimed at his skull. Blue eyes widened and lit up considerably when he saw what was produced. "M' board!" He eagerly snatched it up before tossing it down, leaping atop it and riding it once around the room. He dismounted easily and kicked the end up and into his hands once more, that smile never fading. "I wondered where it went t'! 'Anks!" Oh yes, he was one happy feral.
"I did tell ya..." He returned with a small frown, brows knitting up. "Fun games, silly an'... racin' or stop on stuff." Oh yes, that was entirely helpful. When he was told he should come over again, he lit up once more, a look of almost disbelief on his face. "Really?" He asked before bursting into his usual toothy grin, nodding quickly. "Sure! I'd love ta! Mos' people cant' wait t' get ridda me!" He explained with a chuckle, nodding and heading to the door as Simon insisted they head to the debriefing, still not releasing his board.