(Except that the whole thing is loose instead of a sexy shark, Aoba looks like a misplaced elementary child someone forgot at a birthday party. He knows fully well how he looks like, so he'll take full advantage of it before finding a chair to climb, crossing his legs and supporting his face against his fist.

Feel free, motherfucker, Aoba will shiv a bitch.

And he'll smile sweetly as he answers.)

You left, didn't you? He was simply trying to make Ikebukuro better for you, I'm sure I remember he told you himself.