[If Aoba's face turns any more red he's going to become an apple.]

I-- Well! Shut up! [He hits Noiz's shoulder lightly and scowls, lapsing into a sullen, embarrassed silence. It's just the two of them, he shouldn't be so embarrassed anymore, but Aoba can't help the misplaced sense of modesty.]

...Fine, at least I don't smell like green apple anymore... [Grumblegrumble aoba come on you're an embarrassment.

He pauses a moment, turning over in his head that displeased noise he'd heard before] Are you mad I call you a kid? [Not that he thinks that's why Noiz is suddenly impatient about this or anything, but that thought occurred and was out before Aoba could stop it]