Satisfied that the plush was now ripped messily into two halves, he drops both it and the knife to the floor before he makes his way over to stand behind her. Almost out of habit, he rests his chin against her shoulder to peer at the computer screen, "You're rambling, Katsuragi Yako."

But shipping, huh. He reaches an arm over so he can scroll using the mouse. Never mind that she was probably using it.