Oh, hell yeah. [If she wants her costume to be really, really unprofessionally repaired...?! He'll think about it, but also immediately kick some rogue sleeves under the bed as he comes over for his delicious orange prize. Yes...]

How many of these have you still got? [He has wondered how likely it is that they'll ever find that orange tree in the forest again when they run out of those and the crate is all gone... tragic.]

[Thanks for not giving him the SPIT ORANGE... And aw, he's touched. They're gonna need new oranges ASAP, but he's touched.]

Yeah, from his magic garden or whatever he does. I don't really get time travel stuff. [Peeling this orange... hmm.] What?

[Just sit, Ochako!! Orange time is best appreciated inside. Okuyasu has no idea of this dilemma, he's just destroying this orange peel.]

[Yeah, chairs sound like a thing normal people have. And a desk? He uses neither of these things, ever, and sits on his bed.]

Yeah, after he told everybody we die in his time travel world. [Nothing about time travel makes sense!] 'Cause a potato's gonna make anybody feel better, right?

[it was kind of an awkward exchange??]

[i have never done anything wrong, ever]

Nah, [simply, then, while he flicks some orange peel onto his bed like a real Teen Boy,] There's no way in hell, right? Even if he does time stuff all the time, or whatever.

[At least Okuyasu was there... with taters.]

My best friend's like that, always acting cool when he's really full of shit. Some guys're just like that.

[Thanks to the forum, everyone knows Okuyasu is an absolute wild boy, more like!! No, everyone's seen him getting his friendship everywhere, it's true. He shrugs one shoulder, making a peel pile.]

Not gonna hunt him down if he doesn't want it, but if he's in a shitty mood, maybe. [He'll do his best... and what's this!! This is prying, Ochako, but he just shrugs again.]

If I'm in a shitty mood, the whole neighborhood's gonna find out. [He is Loud. He knows this about himself.] Trying to act cool all the time makes me tired just thinking about it, y'know?

[He's a big soft boy and he can't deny it, but he will definitely try if he must. He'll even let this sappy friend speech go without comment, just shrugging and looking at his orange.

It would sound lame if she called him out on his coolness... so, thanks.]

Oh—Josuke! [Now he's enthusiastic—] He's great! We hang out all the time!

[Josuke might as well barf rainbows for how earnestly Okuyasu says he's great, but he suddenly doesn't know... where to begin?!]

What do you wanna know?

[He's not cute, he's tough... But more importantly, Josuke!!]

I was gonna kick his ass but he kicked mine instead. [#boys] Then—well, it's a long story... but he helped me out when he really didn't have to, 'cause he's that kinda good guy. He spends too much time on his hair and he cries about socks that come in a 6-pack, but he's real nice, y'know? Helps people out just because.

[Chews orange slice........] Oh, and his Stand can fix anything—even people! Like me!

Did I what? [Hang on, he needs to remember that really good lie—] Oh, nah.

[But as it so happens, Josuke has patched him up way more than once, and every time has been, hmm... somewhat awful. Ochako doesn't even like punching wolves, so she definitely wouldn't like hearing about getting a chunk torn out of his middle—]

I got hit pretty hard and kinda blacked out? [Technically, not a lie-] Josuke really saved my ass.

Yeah, really took a lot outta me. [JOKES... things Okuyasu says with a completely straight face rather than tell the whole truth. Nobody has to know he's making this level of dark joke, so—this plan will never go wrong for him, ever.

Something fun, though... He leans back on one hand, looking up at the ceiling to seriously Think.]

Uh... we get ice cream on Monday mornings. [which is weird, but he is a simple boy with simple needs] That's fun.

[Greatest expression of friendship and support: throw food at her face. Okuyasu holds his hands up like he's totally innocent, and also like he isn't holding about half of a peeled orange in one of those hands, and also like he isn't the only other person in the room.

She can't prove anything!!]

You could've caught it! Are you saying I am some kind of food waster? For shame.

[Oh, is that how it's going to go, very interesting. Well, watch as he laboriously gets up, crosses the room to pick up that orange piece, and very pointedly shoves the whole thing right in his mouth, pointedly. All up in that gob. He has had worse!!

But this time he holds out... another piece, because he wants his orange present, but he can offer one piece as an olive branch.]

Don't sulk about it. Here.

[It's too late, he's eaten it!! It could have been worse - if he didn't live with Iida this room would probably not have seen much cleaning the other week, so the floor is... not as dusty as it once was. Look, he's fine.

And no, she's going to eat this orange slice because she made such a big deal out of the other one!! He will wait here - he will straight up slav squat here on the floor by the chair, holding up this orange slice, and wait. Waiting. Waiting.]

I got all day, y'know...