At least they make it through the walk without incident. Shinjiro has no real qualms about doing 90% of the actual lifting here, that's fine, he's just glad not to be wiping out from doing it backwards. "Glad," of course, in the way that he gives her a noncommittal grunt and still looks like his usual baseline of vaguely grumpy, for the walk and the conversation both.
So it's going well, all things considered.]
You haven't learned...? [This new calendar, apparently? He feels like that's something he would make an effort to memorize, himself, but then, everyone who's ever brushed vaguely against SEES has some myopia about the calendar. Keeping track of another neurosis is only natural.
He makes a mental note to, like, buy a calendar, or something.]
I... [woke up? materialized? the way most of his chest feels like it was shattered and hastily rearranged (and how hard he's ignoring it) makes him a little uncertain of, uh, how he got here, so:] Yeah. This morning. But don't get hung up on showing me around, or anything. There're other people.
[Gruff, because of course, but with the lightest unspoken implication that he is probably not worth the effort of the grand tour. And also assuming she's the grand tour type, given how bubbly and helpful she is.]
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he's never had friends, ew, grossAt least they make it through the walk without incident. Shinjiro has no real qualms about doing 90% of the actual lifting here, that's fine, he's just glad not to be wiping out from doing it backwards. "Glad," of course, in the way that he gives her a noncommittal grunt and still looks like his usual baseline of vaguely grumpy, for the walk and the conversation both.
So it's going well, all things considered.]
You haven't learned...? [This new calendar, apparently? He feels like that's something he would make an effort to memorize, himself, but then, everyone who's ever brushed vaguely against SEES has some myopia about the calendar. Keeping track of another neurosis is only natural.
He makes a mental note to, like, buy a calendar, or something.]
I... [woke up? materialized? the way most of his chest feels like it was shattered and hastily rearranged (and how hard he's ignoring it) makes him a little uncertain of, uh, how he got here, so:] Yeah. This morning. But don't get hung up on showing me around, or anything. There're other people.
[Gruff, because of course, but with the lightest unspoken implication that he is probably not worth the effort of the grand tour. And also assuming she's the grand tour type, given how bubbly and helpful she is.]