[Kazuya's weight shifted slightly when Hyoubu reached out, as if to lean away, but once again, although he seemed leery of the touch, he didn't reject it. He tolerated the shoulder touch, and turned his face away, raising a hand to wipe at his mouth - even if it served only to smear the mess around more, rather than clean it]

Those're jinxing words, y'know. [he made a short gesture with his (cheesecake stained) hand, obviously warding off misfortune - even casting a wary look about him as if expecting Famine himself to come swooping down on horseback] Better not tempt fate... knowing my luck, God'll decide that'll be my next ordeal. 'Endless Famine!' or something equally stressful.