Grinning, Michi leans back up, heading over to fetch his chair in one hand, backpack with the other. His gamble truly paid off. Now, he's got something else to think about until they have to leave, with the added benefit that his mind isn't going to drift away from it.

Mission successful... now to win this.

"No, but I know you can stop a train by putting chinaberries on the tracks."

He plunks the chair down backwards next to Yoshio and sits, using the back as a support to fold his arms on top of.