[That disapproving expression is nothing new to Masaomi, but he's never seen it coupled with quite so much mud and running costume makeup. In the dim light of their lanterns, the sight is a little discomforting. It takes a good amount of willpower for Masaomi to ignore it in the defiantly contrary way that should have come natural to him.]

Not a hard contest to win. You know, seeing as that shack's roof just tried to make love to my skull.

[He points to his head with both hands to emphasize this argument, but his shoulders slouch almost immediately after his sarcastic display. He doesn't have it in him to leave, so he can't really complain. No matter how much he wants to. A sigh signals his acceptance of defeat.]

...People really live here? What about you?