Who the hell would want a bunch of shells as a gift?
[ Either some loser has actually asked for them, or this kid's just collecting them on the off-chance that someone would actually accept a gift that only happens in cheesy daytime soaps - and really, he's not concerned with either result. He's more concerned with the fact that he's been called upon to stop by someone who looks more like a caffeine-jazzed chihuahua than anyone he ought to give a second glance to.
The stubbornly raised hand, though - that's what's likely inspiring the antagonistic heat to rise in his chest. Battering at his ribs, demanding he knock this daring-do down a notch or eleven. Stay in your lane, idiot, don't talk to him. He barely recognizes the sensation for what it is, but it's there, brazen and looming. The way he looms over Shinji and his precious shells.
And just barely hides that he's now being careful with his feet -- just barely. ]
yes i rly rly am
[ Either some loser has actually asked for them, or this kid's just collecting them on the off-chance that someone would actually accept a gift that only happens in cheesy daytime soaps - and really, he's not concerned with either result. He's more concerned with the fact that he's been called upon to stop by someone who looks more like a caffeine-jazzed chihuahua than anyone he ought to give a second glance to.
The stubbornly raised hand, though - that's what's likely inspiring the antagonistic heat to rise in his chest. Battering at his ribs, demanding he knock this daring-do down a notch or eleven. Stay in your lane, idiot, don't talk to him. He barely recognizes the sensation for what it is, but it's there, brazen and looming. The way he looms over Shinji and his precious shells.
And just barely hides that he's now being careful with his feet -- just barely. ]