"Ask him. He's the one who said no," Kyousuke pointed out. But maybe Lloyd hadn't caught onto that part of the conversation, since it wasn't phrased 'do not give Lloyd my radio number', or something quite that direct. "But we can still contact him through mine if something comes up."

789... That was certainly easy to remember, but 'scariest number'? He wasn't aware there was such a thing, let alone in any of those numbers. He gave Lloyd a blank look, tying to figure out what he could mean. ... 789. Seven eight nine...?

....

Oh. That was—

"... We should probably get moving," Kyousuke muttered, soured by the terrible, elementary level joke. He wasn't even going to comment on it.