[The initial sarcasm earns an eye roll, but he doesn't argue with it. Hell, whatever the reason was, it probably wasn't his business to begin with. Gintoki's second comments, however, definitely earn some thought.
The hell were they waiting for? Or was the instinct to survive just that damn strong in them, willing them to huddle up and keep going and try and survive, despite the lack of options, possibilities, or reasoning? (Really, until now, Shinjiro didn't think he'd had that much survival instinct left. Especially after spending so long just waiting to fucking die.)
His brows crease together under unruly bangs, and he doesn't have an answer for it. Not a true one, at least.]
I dunno, the glass alone's kept 'em out so far. I figure the bastards are allergic to it. [His stance finally relaxes a smidgen, hands retreating back into the comfortable familiarity of his coat pockets.]
Besides, they either get us out there or in here. Sounds like we got the luxury of choice to me.
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The hell were they waiting for? Or was the instinct to survive just that damn strong in them, willing them to huddle up and keep going and try and survive, despite the lack of options, possibilities, or reasoning? (Really, until now, Shinjiro didn't think he'd had that much survival instinct left. Especially after spending so long just waiting to fucking die.)
His brows crease together under unruly bangs, and he doesn't have an answer for it. Not a true one, at least.]
I dunno, the glass alone's kept 'em out so far. I figure the bastards are allergic to it. [His stance finally relaxes a smidgen, hands retreating back into the comfortable familiarity of his coat pockets.]
Besides, they either get us out there or in here. Sounds like we got the luxury of choice to me.