[He smiles.]

[He really just keeps smiling. Aha would want that. The man says all of that, and internally, Sampo does wish he could bite his own tongue, hold back like an average regular person of the universe whose experience of happiness is quiet and calm and- haha, now, what is he thinking? Calm? Really?]

[Happiness. Mirth. Enthusiasm. Fools would do anything for it. Extremes are cards they put in their own decks.]

[He sort of hates it. (Sparkle has a deck of all extremes. He wouldn't suppose to ever be like her, he couldn't, he wouldn't, but-)]

[He smiles, but he sighs, as well.]

I'm a guy who says a lot of things. I ramble. I'm a sort who likes to fill a conversation with just about anything. You shouldn't hold onto too many things. Sometimes I don't even know what I'm saying in the moment.

[His eyes close now.]

...Haha. Sorry, sorry. I didn't mean to worry ya. You're a friend, and I hear you loud and clear. I like a little fun, too. That's all.

[Another sigh.]

I really don't want to scare you away. I'll behave.

[For you, I will. But. Will he?]