[Ishigaki is struck dumb at his own personal callout, opening his mouth on and off to interrupt and say something-- anything-- in his defence, but all that comes out is a stutter or nothing at all. How embarrassing-- to be read so easily by a kohai, someone he's so desperate to shepherd. Though, it's not like Ishigaki's humilation, or Midousuji's rough edges on the subject, come to either of their surprise.
At the very least, Midousuji admits to his own ridiculousness, even, by calling Ishigaki a 'standard model,' and Ishigaki clings to that. So, Ishigaki was the normal one here after all, wasn't he? Though meant to be the lowest insult there is to him- there's some relief to that, at the very least. But still, he pleads guilty, because Midousuji is kind enough to offer his concerns.]
Jeez, okay, I get it! [Ishigaki pouts.] If you care so much about my safety, I'll be careful.
[He does, however, perk right back up at the slightest hint of positivity.]
Eh? Shepherd? [Ishigaki repeats, Midousuji's offer catching him off gaurd. It takes time for it to register into his head that yes, Midousuji is offering help after his backlash, but it does, eventually, click-- and when it does, Ishigaki grins stupidly.] Really? You'd do that?
[Cocking his head to the side, he hums. Yes, his head has been swimming with questions since he's arrived, but right now, he really only wants to focus on what's infront of him.] Well... Why don't you tell me about your experience coming here?
[Folding his hands behind his back, Ishigaki takes a step forward and twitches his head in a motion indicating that they should move along somewhere else. The crowd of bizarre faces walking by was still an overstimulating sight, to say the least.] You had to have felt awful too, right? With nothing being familiar and all.
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At the very least, Midousuji admits to his own ridiculousness, even, by calling Ishigaki a 'standard model,' and Ishigaki clings to that. So, Ishigaki was the normal one here after all, wasn't he? Though meant to be the lowest insult there is to him- there's some relief to that, at the very least. But still, he pleads guilty, because Midousuji is kind enough to offer his concerns.]
Jeez, okay, I get it! [Ishigaki pouts.] If you care so much about my safety, I'll be careful.
[He does, however, perk right back up at the slightest hint of positivity.]
Eh? Shepherd? [Ishigaki repeats, Midousuji's offer catching him off gaurd. It takes time for it to register into his head that yes, Midousuji is offering help after his backlash, but it does, eventually, click-- and when it does, Ishigaki grins stupidly.] Really? You'd do that?
[Cocking his head to the side, he hums. Yes, his head has been swimming with questions since he's arrived, but right now, he really only wants to focus on what's infront of him.] Well... Why don't you tell me about your experience coming here?
[Folding his hands behind his back, Ishigaki takes a step forward and twitches his head in a motion indicating that they should move along somewhere else. The crowd of bizarre faces walking by was still an overstimulating sight, to say the least.] You had to have felt awful too, right? With nothing being familiar and all.