[Oh, he sees them. He sees a pair of ridiculous, pink bow-clad mascots mulling around a booth, and he can't decide whether he wants to have Yata's baby or wants to strangle him right there in the middle of the convention.]

Damn, you don't do anything halfway, do you? Are you suggesting we beat up some cartoons and steal their costumes?

[Despite his semi-sarcastic questions, Masaomi doesn't actually look opposed to this. He leans forward, wasting no time trying to disguise his interest in the mascot suits' make up.]