Sits on this nerd's back, "Oi, where the hell you been Tatsumi? Don't you know how to drop in sometimes or call?'
拳 - ‘Y’know that damn flip phone of mine sucks ass. I ain’t ever gonna be upping it to that touch screen alien bull!”
It was a stubbornly made declaration as he resumed his training with a additional boost of vigor. Was it from her presence, or the fact she was mentioning stuff about a call? Anyone’s guess would suffice as Oga’s sights were fixed on the task at hand; getting this unholy number of push ups knocked out. Though if anyone knew him well enough, he was the sort to burn through repeated sets in a practical mile a minute. It was just some exercise with a little added seeing how Makoto made a seat out of him.
“Also you would pick now of all the frickin’ times to do that. Go ahead and gimme the update since I know you’re gonna laze there. The hell you’ve been up too? Anything blowing up that I need to go n’ keep an eye out on?”