[He's a good boy, Shinji! He doesn't seem to mind the disgruntled scrutiny-- he lived above a shop run by Sojiro Sakura for a year, you can't out-gruff Boss. He ducks his head into a shallow bow with a brief flash of a grin, reclaiming the bucket, and shuffles around to sit back down with his fish and his pole.]
[He tries to roll up the sleeves of his polo and frowns a moment, actually taking the time to roll them up so they're more folded into the shoulders of the shirt, completely out of harm's way. Patting them each when he's done, he grins at them and picks up his pole again, casting the line as he answers.] Yeah. Curry's my specialty but fish this fresh just begs for sushi.
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[He tries to roll up the sleeves of his polo and frowns a moment, actually taking the time to roll them up so they're more folded into the shoulders of the shirt, completely out of harm's way. Patting them each when he's done, he grins at them and picks up his pole again, casting the line as he answers.] Yeah. Curry's my specialty but fish this fresh just begs for sushi.