"Or it's what's best friends do when they haven't seen each other in three months while both thinking one hates the others," Kenta replied, still holding his smirk as she teased him. Afterwards hit turned into a small smile as he lifted her up off her feet carrying her bridal style, "Of course I'm yours m'lady. Your beauty, smarts, and hips are surely ones that cannot be matched~" he said as he kicked the door open to the hideout stepping inside with Takara still in his arms.