“Yeah…” Looking away, Enma awkwardly scratches the back of his neck. “I…hope you had a nice day…?”
He stared blankly at the red-head, wondering why he was still there. Was he trying to be friendly and talk to him? The thought amused him to some degree; he really was just like the herbivore king.
“My day was fine,” he answered. If he was going to try to talk to him, the prefect had decided that he wouldn’t give him any sort of special treatment.