[Kazuya scrutinised him for a second, looking for mockery, but sensed none. Maybe he was slowly getting more tolerant of this weird fool]

Ah, same. Me and Yuzu have been friends since we were little. She's like a sister to me. [Somewhere across the universe, Yuzu's heart will be breaking at that proclamation] Eh, she's looked after me so much too. I was so timid when we met, but she didn't care.

[Kazuya looked fondly at the corgi that represented his childhood friend. He had been timid, nervous at being out from under the protective wing of Naoya, but Yuzu had been so cheerful and talkative, and they had been fast friends. It was a friendship that remained all through their lives, with Yuzu being the one to ingratiate him into various social circles and keep him up to date with current fashion (which he didn't care about, but he dutifully helped her shop for outfits and gave her honest opinions about what looked nice on her, and what didn't, which she always seemed to appreciate). Ah, he missed her keenly...]

Ne, how 'bout Daichi? I bet he had his hands full looking after you and your... general weirdness.