Ishigaki leans himself further into their booth, scrunching his nose when he laughs at the other's exaggerated response. At least he can always depend on Midousuji for entertainment.

"But I thought you wanted to look scary. That's like, your thing." Ishigaki replies, ribbing right back. Midousuji was close enough for his breath to hit Ishigaki's nostrils for that moment, and a sense of unfamiliar longing hits him when the other eventually turns away.  But Ishigkai is obviously much too straight to second guess that.

He accompanies Midousuji's facade, patting his broad shoulder lightly. "I mean, It's not like it's working. I guess with the teeth, you look more like... Totoro."

Ishigaki slides his hand back to his side, eyes returning to the menu in front of them. "If you ever feel like being threatening, there's a lot of races to attend out here. If you like Tokyo enough that is."

(steals someone elses owl/totoro/mido content for this rp and runs)