Sechs tilted his head, blinking at the stranger's reply, then finally gave an aloof shrug. "Uh, alright then."

The Replica would have left it at that, but the rough night and the lousy morning that followed it didn't put Sechs into the most benevolent mood. Eyes shifting away from his table mate's neatly arranged meal to his own messily butchered lunch, Sechs' sight homed into the pizza on his plate -- which happened to have a particularly thick tomato slice.

"Hmm, I don't really care much for tomatoes either," Sechs remarked with a hint of a vicious smirk on his face as he picked up the juicy piece of tomato with his fingers, "How 'bout you throw it out with the rest of the tomatoes for me...?"

Sechs didn't give the stranger time to answer. There was a flick of his hand, and the red slice flew towards the other youth's lunch -- and landed right on top of his pile of cheese with a soft "splat!"

"Whoops!" Sechs said, not sounding one bit remorseful no thanks to his barely repressed chuckling. "Looks like my aim slipped a little there!"