Eiffel smokes in his room, obviously, but the scent seems a bit stronger in the air today, and he's lighting up a fresh one as Gonou walks in, and he waves with the lighter and a weak smile.

"Heyyyy, uh." God, even the memory of it makes his naturally pale face turn an immediate pink. "You could- yeah, you could say that!"

It's his practically signature 'Two Octaves Higher Because Being Squeaky Sounds Totally Casual Right' tone, as he takes a rough drag to steady himself.

"Um." He opens his mouth, makes a few disjointed squeaks, and puts the cigarette back in there instead. "So. He kissed me?"