I think you'd know if I was tryin'. ( he drawls right back on his approach, slowing his steps just a little more even if he hadn't really taken as long as he could; there are times when he wants to push toji's buttons just for the hell of it, and there are others in which he knows when he needs to tone it down, and this is one of those in-between scenarios in which he doesn't want to be too much of a brat because. well.

toji is fussed about how well he's eating. nobody ever has been before. not really. it makes his heart do stupid, flip-floppy things behind his ribs and in an effort to get it to knock it off, he pushes into the other's personal space and leans, full-body, against him.

he peers up toward where he knows the treehouse is, and then levels his gaze back in the other's direction. )

You've only ever potato-sacked me when you're walkin'. ( he muses, head tipped to the side. ) Not that I think you can't, but up a damn tree? Where's the ladder, anyway?