... Well, if he really didn't mind. Kyousuke had a feeling that if he were in the same situation, he'd want to consider it as little as possible, but not everyone coped in the same way. It was actually kind of impressive that he seemed to be taking something so horrifying in stride.

"A stomach," he repeated. It gave him the image a cocoon, and something bursting its way out, and he had to grimace, but luckily his appetite at the moment was too strong to be dashed by it. He could only hope there was more to it than that, and that his initial reaction was totally off-base. In light of that, there was one more thing he had to ask: "What do you plan on doing?"

Introductions... Right. "Tsurugi Kyousuke," he responded, nodding in greeting.