[ He muses, considering he... is also a very stubborn person. He doesn't even dislike stubborn people, he just finds them equally annoying when stubborn in ways that don't benefit or dovetail with how he's stubborn. ]
See, another reason we're friends already.
[ It's really not, but it's kind of more fun to tease this guy about it when he's being so pointlessly stubborn. He has an inkling for why he's been teased so often over the years, that it might be for similar reasons... ]
Oh. [ That's a softer, considering oh. Even this guy has friends here? Shino opens his eyes, regarding the darkening sky overhead. (Darker than, say, midday. It might be an extremely long darkening up there!) Clouds are lazily rolling across the visible skyline, lighter than any of his thoughts are. ] Well... that's good. They're people you care for, right?
[ He shifts so that he's leaning forward, knees tucking up so he can rest his arms across the top of them and regard Ling. His hair is mostly staying in its big, messy bun, but some tendrils are working themselves loose, falling heavily down and sticking to his shoulders and neck and cheek, in one case. He brushes that away with a flick of his fingers. ]
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[ He muses, considering he... is also a very stubborn person. He doesn't even dislike stubborn people, he just finds them equally annoying when stubborn in ways that don't benefit or dovetail with how he's stubborn. ]
See, another reason we're friends already.
[ It's really not, but it's kind of more fun to tease this guy about it when he's being so pointlessly stubborn. He has an inkling for why he's been teased so often over the years, that it might be for similar reasons... ]
Oh. [ That's a softer, considering oh. Even this guy has friends here? Shino opens his eyes, regarding the darkening sky overhead. (Darker than, say, midday. It might be an extremely long darkening up there!) Clouds are lazily rolling across the visible skyline, lighter than any of his thoughts are. ] Well... that's good. They're people you care for, right?
[ He shifts so that he's leaning forward, knees tucking up so he can rest his arms across the top of them and regard Ling. His hair is mostly staying in its big, messy bun, but some tendrils are working themselves loose, falling heavily down and sticking to his shoulders and neck and cheek, in one case. He brushes that away with a flick of his fingers. ]