Yosuke can't hold back a little snort of laughter. "What, am I the chair now?"

That's the Kanji he knows, though, and recognising that somehow does make him feel a little better. Never getting hung up on the big picture stuff for long, so earnest about it that coming from anyone else it'd almost be cute... Sometimes, he's jealous.

"I dunno," he says again, running a hand through the side of his hair. "It'd suck if everyone who didn't know any better saw it and thought 'oh, fighting should mean fighting', and then in the end we got like three people in the whole city trying to cover preparations for everything else. Wasn't that booth pretty busy earlier?"