He sees it, he knows, but it's out there, and Midorima even agrees to talk later. This makes Takao feel better; they'll work it out; he does not have to go at anything alone. He actually won't get the chance to because as history has shown, Takao will shove his way in there. So good thing he is not counted among anyone and could follow; because where does Midorima think he will set up that futon for him and Merlin. He says nothing about it, instead nods. Going to slip his hands into his pants pockets, realizes it pulls them lower on his hips than he is comfortable with because what is pants that fit at the moment. So he props them behind his head instead.

Basketball helps with a lot of things, and they'll play it every chance they get. Takao can help Midorima with the processing and where to start; for all his laughing, antics, and otherwise "annoying" behaviors, he's a good guy. And a loyal, persistent friend.

"This place is something, one minute I want to freak out and hide, the next it's something cool like clips that can make shields." He chuckles, it's a heck of a rollercoaster ride arriving here, isn't it? Takao will proudly rock some clips, that they are cute will be a significant bonus. "We can't all shoot for the stars, some of us have to handle the groundwork." He smirks, he is not looking to be long-range, he likes his position. But, he is seriously considering some form of hand to hand; with his eyesight, he figures this is his best option. It would be hard for someone to get to him if he knew how to stop them when he saw them coming.

"Do they have classes for it?" He is going over different forms in his mind, thinking about what will work best for his build. It's fun to think of learning a new skill, not so fun to think of why he feels the need to know it.