[ this guy. preoccupied with dolling out cotton candy for the children reaching sticky-fingered hands for the sweets, makoto answers out of unconscious habit. ]

Well, no, actually, this type is pronounced more like —

[ and abruptly freezes when it sinks in. luckily, none of them noticed (or frankly don't care), since all they've done is hopped in the general direction of the jellybean section while he makes headway toward jack, voice tuned down to just a whisper. ]

Please don't tell anyone! There's a cat in here, but he'll be going soon, I promise. [ look at him, making strangely illicit-sounding promises to innocuous bystanders. it's like only one notch above breaking the law. ]