“I heard he likes to kick you for running your mouth,” Sousuke hums, the faint hint of a smirk licking around his tone. Just a bit of a warning there too. Half-teasing. He's really not heard too much about the other athlete, but he knows Kise holds him in high regards. While he's not really got any intention of comparing personalities with Kasamatsu, if they ever do meet, he doubts either of them are going to set sparks flying. Mostly because the notions of respect and “don't care” would mute any steam between fire and ice.

Who knows; maybe the meeting would end up being the worse for their mutual unmutable model. Sousuke catches the face out the corner of his eye, but doesn't bring any attention to it. Probably a memory in passing he doesn't need to inquire of. He's got his own friends-that-might-not-be-so-but-for-Rin.

He slips both hands into his pockets and turns the corner, leading them towards a nice-looking building overlooking one of the piers. An ocean breeze wanders by, carrying salt, water, and a lingering thread of grilling food. “You've got me; I don't know either. Personal preference maybe.” He's not a ravenous eater or a glutton, but he can definitely pack down a lot to keep himself going. Leftovers still happen though. Sometimes it's a completely perfect way for Rin or him to mock each other at lunch. What are best friends for?