Attached to Kanji like some kind of silk-dressed octopus, Ling let out a squeal of excitement, as if Kanji was a cute bunny that had just cleaned its ittybitty face. The larger boy's struggling only served to make him hold on tighter and noogie harder, supporting arm tight around his back and slippered feet locked behind him.

"Oh my god, you're thinking of people according to the philosophy of individualism, kyaaaa!" he exclaimed, clearly finding the idea exotic and appealing. "How modern you are, my poor little heart just can't take it! Eek!"