[If it wasn't so horrifying to watch, it would have been interesting: Seeing the man slowly and steadily begin to move to the doors, despite the horror that had transpired there. Too dulled by whatever it was to be afraid, slowly picking up the pace--
And then fucking shoulder-checking him.
He sways at the blow with a quiet curse, eyes narrowing as the instinct to lash back flares in the back of his skull-- But that wouldn't change anything, now, would it? Better just to step back and click his tongue in disapproval.]
...You say that like you ain't already lost it.
[He finally brings up his own hand, rubbing at where the man had impacted him. Still, at least it's a small price to pay for the guy to come back to his senses. As much as Shinjiro acts aloof and unaffected, he really, really would prefer that less people take their chances out the doors.] The hell did you think you were doing? Gonna run out and share a drink with it?
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And then fucking shoulder-checking him.
He sways at the blow with a quiet curse, eyes narrowing as the instinct to lash back flares in the back of his skull-- But that wouldn't change anything, now, would it? Better just to step back and click his tongue in disapproval.]
...You say that like you ain't already lost it.
[He finally brings up his own hand, rubbing at where the man had impacted him. Still, at least it's a small price to pay for the guy to come back to his senses. As much as Shinjiro acts aloof and unaffected, he really, really would prefer that less people take their chances out the doors.] The hell did you think you were doing? Gonna run out and share a drink with it?