[ Sometimes you're a sheath for a demon sword, okay, and your demon loves you very much. As it is, Shino's expression only brightens: whatever he is, concerned isn't on the list of descriptors. ]
Weird, huh? But a nice kind I think. Anyway—[ here he lightly curls fingers around Howard Link's hand, noting the marking but determining there are more important things to let his mind wonder about. Like if Link's going to allow his hand to be somewhat more actively held, when he's not used to these things. As it is, he also looks up and toward the crosswalk symbol, noting the light has gone blue and the crossing song has started warbling. ]—I know they run down all the things this means, but we need Chroma like... some kind of dietary requirement. Not like water, but like something that if we don't eat enough of makes us unwell from the lack. Come on—
[ For him, framing it as a health concern is easiest. It's how he thinks of it, using his own history as a lifetime invalid before he was mostly murdered and took on a living sword to inform him on such things. He knows all about bodies and requirements to thrive, and what happens when you don't have those necessary elements.
He's not going to fight to keep hold of Link's hand, but he's definitely the kind of person who thoughtlessly (and thoughtfully) pushes boundaries, so he will try to tug and get Link moving across the broad street, still heading them toward the nearest train station. Nice fast way into the Groves from here. ]
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Weird, huh? But a nice kind I think. Anyway—[ here he lightly curls fingers around Howard Link's hand, noting the marking but determining there are more important things to let his mind wonder about. Like if Link's going to allow his hand to be somewhat more actively held, when he's not used to these things. As it is, he also looks up and toward the crosswalk symbol, noting the light has gone blue and the crossing song has started warbling. ]—I know they run down all the things this means, but we need Chroma like... some kind of dietary requirement. Not like water, but like something that if we don't eat enough of makes us unwell from the lack. Come on—
[ For him, framing it as a health concern is easiest. It's how he thinks of it, using his own history as a lifetime invalid before he was mostly murdered and took on a living sword to inform him on such things. He knows all about bodies and requirements to thrive, and what happens when you don't have those necessary elements.
He's not going to fight to keep hold of Link's hand, but he's definitely the kind of person who thoughtlessly (and thoughtfully) pushes boundaries, so he will try to tug and get Link moving across the broad street, still heading them toward the nearest train station. Nice fast way into the Groves from here. ]
The train's not usually crowded this time of day.