[He's almost spits out a flat 'no' before even really hearing her question. Not that it's even a question and more just a... huge open invitation. But he's still not quite okay with being up and wandering around, so the idea of being part of some club--
(Though. If he knew her and maybe was less sore on the "I hate myself and I'm mad I'm not dead right now" bit... With a bit of prodding, he'd likely agree.)
But he catches his tongue and slows to a stop, staring at the back of her head inquisitivly. And instead of an outright refusal, he'll ask bluntly:]
Why?
[That's not a specific question, Shinjiro. And so he frowns and tries to refine it some.]
Why ask me, I mean. Unless this is your opening pitch for every idiot you find out here.
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(Though. If he knew her and maybe was less sore on the "I hate myself and I'm mad I'm not dead right now" bit... With a bit of prodding, he'd likely agree.)
But he catches his tongue and slows to a stop, staring at the back of her head inquisitivly. And instead of an outright refusal, he'll ask bluntly:]
Why?
[That's not a specific question, Shinjiro. And so he frowns and tries to refine it some.]
Why ask me, I mean. Unless this is your opening pitch for every idiot you find out here.