"That's true, he does but he also has another side that's um..much less nervous." He smiled, shaking his head "Adrian should be grateful he hasn't seen a drink Misa, lemme tell you that boy is nuts when he's had a few."
(Also, he's my lil Irish boy. He lived in Ireland until he was 8, and he moved to the states, so when he talks really fast sometimes his accent can be heard, and his mom has a super thick Irish accent.)
He smiled "I'm trusting you won't slap my wrist." He joked. The last time he took his friends food he got a fractured wrist. He reached over, taking it. He took a bite, and nearly choked. His face burned red with embarrassment and lack of oxygen. Once he cleared his throat, and swallowed the food, he looked away.
James woke a while later, realising he still had Misako's notepad on his desk. He chuckled, knowin he'd be awake still so he made his way over. On his way back he decided to pass Connor's house, just for the hell of it.