Oi, oi! Where did this bad attitude come from so suddenly? What is this animosity, aah?
[His good nature will vanish quickly too as he frowns at some punk kid who thinks he can tell an adult off.]
[rii-iip]
AAH?!
[At the flier being ripped, he'll give Shinpachi a whack across the back of his head.]
Money, those cost MONEY--
[Then, as if in slow motion, Shipachi's glasses slide off his face at being jostled, starting to head for the ground.
He can't explain why his body moves on it's own, only it does, and he dives to the ground, catching the glasses before they hit the sidewalk, cradling them gently in-hand as he feels his body hit the concrete. Sitting up slowly, he'll look at the glasses for a long moment, as if they kindle some long-forgotten memory of a dumbass kid who does his laundry.
He'll break into a gentle smile, then, closing his eyes.]
I see my mistake. . . I was under the influence of that poor substitute . . . come on, Shinpachi. . .
I'm so sorry for two glasses-gag threads. . .
[His good nature will vanish quickly too as he frowns at some punk kid who thinks he can tell an adult off.]
[rii-iip]
AAH?!
[At the flier being ripped, he'll give Shinpachi a whack across the back of his head.]
Money, those cost MONEY--
[Then, as if in slow motion, Shipachi's glasses slide off his face at being jostled, starting to head for the ground.
He can't explain why his body moves on it's own, only it does, and he dives to the ground, catching the glasses before they hit the sidewalk, cradling them gently in-hand as he feels his body hit the concrete. Sitting up slowly, he'll look at the glasses for a long moment, as if they kindle some long-forgotten memory of a dumbass kid who does his laundry.
He'll break into a gentle smile, then, closing his eyes.]
I see my mistake. . . I was under the influence of that poor substitute . . . come on, Shinpachi. . .
[He'll turn and-]