[ When Aomine's legs bump into his own he shifts his footing to hook his legs around them, holding them in place in a childish game of leg-lock.

He shrugs as their order gets brought over and after a sip of his drink and a glance at Aomine he brushes his leg up against the side of one of the blue haired teen's without a second thought. And with how long those legs are he manages to feel up a lot of leg in a very limited motion. ]

Because you get something out of it. [ A pause. ] And you pay for me for our bets all the time anyway. Might as well waste all of your gold on me.