Mao's lips curled smugly, considering himself the victor despite there not actually having been a real argument. "Sure. Graveyard only, gotcha." No one would be assured by that, but luckily zombie dance parties weren't in the realm of possibility? Or were they? Mao felt like anything could happen. Never say never.
Handshakes were kind of dorky, even so, Mao grabbed hold. The boy's grip was surprisingly strong, more so than one would expect by such small, slim fingered hands. After an enthusiastic shake he followed the introduction protocol and gave his own name. "I'm Mao. Nice t'meet you and all that shit."