[ The unexpected shock on the kid's face is just too much. Gojyo freezes, one hand (with an unfamiliar bit of tattoo peeking out from beneath his jacket cuff) going to his head, patting down his layer of bright red stubble. ]
What's wrong with my hair?
[ It feels fine? There's nothing sticky there, and it hasn't...
...waaaaait a second, the kid is still paying attention to him? Dammit, he's a shinki, isn't he? Gojyo's hand falls to his side and he folds his arms, like they're having a chat in a park instead of in the middle of one of the pushiest crowds in the world. ]
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What's wrong with my hair?
[ It feels fine? There's nothing sticky there, and it hasn't...
...waaaaait a second, the kid is still paying attention to him? Dammit, he's a shinki, isn't he? Gojyo's hand falls to his side and he folds his arms, like they're having a chat in a park instead of in the middle of one of the pushiest crowds in the world. ]
Are you a god or a shinki?