"I don't have any desire to do so." Or at least, not much of one. Lately, he's been finding himself being a little more social with some people, but it's usually because he gets himself into a predicament he doesn't know how to get out of. He pauses in writing to go for more of the fruit, before reaching out to turn the page and continue. "And for the record, no, I'm not."

He's learning things, slowly. Very slowly. Cooking, he's not good at, but he's trying even if he refuses to admit it in front of Duo. Laundry... he hasn't flooded another laundromat yet, so there is that. Even socializing is something he's getting better with, though that's progressing with excruciating slowness. "As for kicking them in the teeth, I don't know that it would help." He doesn't look up, but there's a small sound that could almost be termed a snicker, followed by an almost amused, "He took a giant corndog up his nose without flinching, then tried to attack me afterward. If that didn't faze him, I doubt a kick would."