Walking with Keika, Akuma extruded tentacles from his neck and forearms to pluck and sweep items off higher shelves.
While a pair of them compared the weight of two completely different products and he half-inspected a price-tag, he glanced over at Keika. Judging by his vehement response to Akuma's earlier suggestions, his first impression boiled down to "impatient, humorless, and headstrong." Probably not too bright if he was always in a hurry like that. He wasn't about to take advantage of that, but he was concerned with whether it was even worth befriending or intimidating him. Would he be too deep in his own head to help or hinder? Or were they more alike than he thought? Probably better to be more direct, as that seemed to be his preference.
"Hey Keika." He avoided eye contact as he spoke. "Why did you get sent to Hairo anyhow? You seem like you got a tight lid on the hot lava, so you must be some kinda troublemaker, yeah? What'd you do?"