Dirk sits for a second, noodles still in his mouth.

It's not until he almost speaks that he remembers they're there and moves to actually swallow them.

The timing is not unlike one of his Japanese animes.

"No?" It comes out more confused than he meant to be, and he has to recover fast.

"Those were pretty reasonable. I mean--" One side of his mouth twists slightly, and it's not entirely clear if that's supposed to become a smile or a frown. Only a few noodle fragments and a single stray narutomaki (in the thematically apropos and extremely adorable shape of a Poliwag) remain to drift slowly around his bowl.

"I don't expect people not to oppose the shit I do."

On the floor, his bag falls over and he pushes it aside with his foot.

"So I'm not really mad. It screwed up my shit, yeah, but I have met me. I get it."