Mickey raised an eyebrow, looking confused at the question. He knew people who revelled in being unpleasant to others, who liked pointing out shortcomings and started being bitchy as soon as they felt like it, but Mickey wasn't like that. "Why wouldn't I be kind to you?" he said, almost dismissively.
He went back into the house, only to return a few minutes later, two cold cans of beer in his hand. "You know it!" he shouted to someone in the house before returning to Kana. He gave her one of the beers, but didn't sit down. "What are you drawing?"