[ In his time here he had slowly started to learn what it was like to 'enjoy' himself, but mostly just because here he didn't have a duty. A job to fulfill. Maybe just 'bonding' with people WAS his job, so to speak. Who could say?

That didn't mean he took compliments from Venti any better than usual, crossing his arms over his chest and looking away. Maybe that would hide the soft blush on his pale cheeks or the faint glow of his tattoo under his right sleeve, both trying to call him out for what he didn't want to say or admit to out loud. ]

T-Thank you. It's... comfortable so I saw it fitting to wear it for this event.

[ Meaning a festival setting, more than anything else. Doesn't stop him from bristling a little at Venti's suggestion, however. ]

Ah... if that's truly what you wanted... I could try one but the shape is... not something... favorable.