"Hmm? Aww, no. Not to say I'm jealous, but all that man's got going for him is a pretty face, and gods know where he picked it up. I'm more of a traditional performer, anyway... can't say I like the autotune, either," he said, rolling his eyes and beaming a little, now with a contagious smirk on his face. "Oh, well, maybe we just met. But, oh, it's just how I was raised. If you're going to talk to someone, you may as well sweeten things up with a full stomach first," he said, a warm, rustic kind of cheer in every word.

He passed by a stall with some dango sticks. In a swift movement of his hands he snatched a pair-- the merchant selling them shouted something at him, but they were in good enough terms that the magician just joked it off, proceeding to give Akito one of them. "Food tastes better when it's stolen. On that note, there's a small stand down from here that makes some great okonomiyaki. Do you like those?" he said, taking a bite off the dango before asking. "So, what kind of show are you into?"