[ Good thing he did that in front of a creepy doll. Rokurou can feel the judgement coming from it, and it's not even a living, breathing woman. Rokurou stares down at Nansen's rumpled figure with the earlier disgust returned. A man who would curl up into a shrimp ball at the thought of kissing a girl? Buddy, you ... you're really a hopeless case. Not that he will give up, a bro never gives up, but still!

He scoops the spirit up and tucks him beneath a single arm like a bag. Then, he turns toward the fortune-telling box and gives a polite wave. Whatever it is, Nansen may very well be right about it having the ability to curse them—no reason to be rude and possibly screw himself over. Then he strides quickly to the door before she can smite them into ash for being so stupid all over her shop: ]

Thank you, thank you, we'll be leaving now. Have a nice night! [ he shakes Nansen in his arm as he carries him out, ] You'll never hold a girl's hand if you can't keep cool, man.