[ Another roll of his eyes, and another heavy sigh as he walks past him. ]

Try and make the most of what? There's nothing here! You're starting to sound like my brother.

[ ... hey. Hey. IV reaches out to grab Shougo's arm - not tight, just enough to try to get him to pause. ]

You haven't met a kid here that goes by III, have you? Or Michael, whichever. Short, pinkish-red hair, green eyes, thinks he's cute, loves tea and aliens. Sound familiar to you?