[Shinjiro certainly hopes she hasn't spent her time wandering around any of the questionable areas he frequents, even though he's gradually started to worry (almost; his sympathy would be as laughably momentary as his predisposition to make actual lasting facial expressions) more about the morons who might try to jump her before realizing she has a death god inside her head.
The problem is she looks too cute to be all that intimidating at a towering five foot three.]
I'm not that stingy, [he says, managing not to look too surprised at her arrival: just a sharp turn of his head when she peers around his shoulder, and that hitching feeling he gets when he realizes his freedom has just been compromised—the same kind of feeling Aki probably felt every time Mitsuru caught him trying to sneak his way into Tartarus to train. He hadn't heard her. Expected her? Probably. He needs to start deviating from his routine and old habits.]
Just seeing what the storm last Sunday did.
[Which a half-truth more than a lie. Still, feels like a lame excuse, even if it comes to him quicker more than his excuses usually do (thanks Yarne.). He comes to the shrine often enough. It's part of his childhood—he has good memories here and wants the shrine to stay as he remembers it (and he also doesn't want a certain dog to be disappointed in him, in case he comes back one of these days). The city doesn't maintain it as completely or as often as Iwatodai did.
Still, it's obviously seen plenty of use since its arrival.
…He casually glances into the offertory box again. He feels like a fool looking inside it—it isn't like he dropped it into the box himself like some idiot who mistook a pocketwatch for currency. But you'd be surprised what you could find inside offertory boxes if you looked. Coins of course, but other things—from gloves people had left, to toys. Most people were well-mannered, of course, but the shrine was also next to a playground. Kids lost things. People lost things. And it was often easier to return it to one of the shrine's maintainers than a police box. And if they weren't around, the offertory box was one way to ensure it was seen and taken care of. People would return here to look for what they lost.
Still makes him feel desperate. But he can't not look, though it's silly to feel anxious about a watch, even if there's nothing to worry about in the first place.]
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The problem is she looks too cute to be all that intimidating at a towering five foot three.]
I'm not that stingy, [he says, managing not to look too surprised at her arrival: just a sharp turn of his head when she peers around his shoulder, and that hitching feeling he gets when he realizes his freedom has just been compromised—the same kind of feeling Aki probably felt every time Mitsuru caught him trying to sneak his way into Tartarus to train. He hadn't heard her. Expected her? Probably. He needs to start deviating from his routine and old habits.]
Just seeing what the storm last Sunday did.
[Which a half-truth more than a lie. Still, feels like a lame excuse, even if it comes to him quicker more than his excuses usually do (
thanks Yarne.). He comes to the shrine often enough. It's part of his childhood—he has good memories here and wants the shrine to stay as he remembers it (and he also doesn't want a certain dog to be disappointed in him, in case he comes back one of these days). The city doesn't maintain it as completely or as often as Iwatodai did.Still, it's obviously seen plenty of use since its arrival.
…He casually glances into the offertory box again. He feels like a fool looking inside it—it isn't like he dropped it into the box himself like some idiot who mistook a pocketwatch for currency. But you'd be surprised what you could find inside offertory boxes if you looked. Coins of course, but other things—from gloves people had left, to toys. Most people were well-mannered, of course, but the shrine was also next to a playground. Kids lost things. People lost things. And it was often easier to return it to one of the shrine's maintainers than a police box. And if they weren't around, the offertory box was one way to ensure it was seen and taken care of. People would return here to look for what they lost.
Still makes him feel desperate. But he can't not look, though it's silly to feel anxious about a watch, even if there's nothing to worry about in the first place.]