[Well, at least it can be said that a half-furry kid with poorly formed ideas about being helpful isn't the strangest thing he's ever encountered. It's not even the strangest thing today, as Fushimi has found himself making steady but progress away from the incinerator himself.

Still, he's clicking his tongue, obviously not interested in a helping hand, though he does raise an eyebrow at his legs before looking away, more interested in escaping than whatever this kid's deal is at the moment.]

It's obvious that it's a good idea to go. People should at least be able to figure that much out on their own, right?