The elder cousin kept his arm about Kinoko protectively, even as she said she was worried for him. "It'll be all right, Kimouto. I'll make sure we're both safe." Dipp gave her hat a soft ruffle before the noise errupted and she reached for the hat. He cussed to himself that he left the Katamari on the table, out of his reach, and wondered how much damage the journal could do if he pelt it at someone's face. However, someone was at the door, and he heard a faint voice outside the chaos. Help? He wasn't sure.

Then another person came, with a weird 'vorping' and swirling sound. Frowning, Dipp turned his head to look at the top of the counter, bothered that he couldn't see over the top of it. "Stay, Kimouto," he muttered quietly to her, barely a whisper, before his slate blue hair appeared over the counter, followed by icy blue eyes. He kept his arm about Kinoko in the process, but was careful not to bring her up with him. "We're fine," he said, lightly, to gain the silver haired Keyblade wielder's attention.