Nitoh flails off to the side, otherwise unable to rise over his own center of balance. He manages to get off without too much trouble, though. And without spilling his tea too much. He sucks the side of his hand, which is slightly scalded. "Yeah, it wouldn't be a bad idea to go home," he muses. Back to the old grind of phantoms, but at least he'd feel like he was doing something.

Then Haruto's snarky comment makes it to him and he scowls. "Hey, I'm as fit as I've ever been, you're just jealous!" He pats his stomach. "C'mon this is tight as anything. I'm not the one who eats nothing but donuts!"