"Well, you've met your match! Junpei's not gonna lose when it comes to eating!" he announced proudly, puffing up his chest. If he ever had a talent, eating would have to be it. The only thing he couldn't stomach was Fuuka's cooking, but he was pretty sure that wasn't humanly possible.

Instead of taking a seat, he moved to stand beside Nena, looking out the window. He'd been in the city for years, since eighth grade - he didn't really see the novelty in the monorail anymore. Especially not since it tried to kill him a few months back.

"Space elevator? What's that? Like... an elevator in space...?"