( it's interesting, in some ways, that they continue to smile at each other without really meaning it--at least that's what satoru feels, looking at this person. at the very least, they let the gang member pushed to the ground get up and leave, aided by companions; they don't seem particularly pleased about it, as though there's a certain measure of boredom in not having a fight at all.

with the lift of one shoulder, satoru looks from the retreating members, to the stranger that he's left with--and then he lets out a little laugh, as though tickled and pleased. )

If you're not satisfied, you can try to get me to the ground.

( there's the lift of one brow, testing--but his hands slide into his pockets, casual, as he approaches the stranger, as though they're better off as comrades than enemies. he doesn't really care either way; he has his own steam to blow off, but taking it out on kids who don't really know any better isn't his style. )

One way or the other. Depends on where your interests lie.