Kite sunk further down into his coat. This was... well, just a little humiliating. This is what he got for letting his guard down for even a minute, he supposed. Users were so unpredictable.

Dante had already made his escape, and Kite was trapped, so there was no avoiding it now. He turned his face away from the prying shapeshifter. The whole touching his gaping face-wound thing wasn't helping very much. "It's nothing, just an accident," he mumbled. "Not as bad as it looks. I can put my head back on, remember? " He smiled a little weakly. He really had kinda been hoping for a bit more of a relaxing evening, not dealing with injuries and his friends again so soon.

"I'm... sorry. Again." The AI sighed, rubbing the back of his head (while avoiding the other end of the hole) awkwardly. "I'm not very good with promises, I guess..."