[Shintaro's quiet, slipping out of the room. He doesn't mind rowdy. He's used to it, from people he was around two years ago and people he's around now. He's used to it from Momo and Ene and it's not that he minds. But the nighttime air of Earth in the autumn is really nice, and he feels himself relaxing the moment all he hears is the sound of the city and the blow of the wind. And it hits him as odd.
It's not that he's surprised to see Kano this way. Quiet. On his own. A little separated from everyone. It's not that it's strange, or wrong, but he finds himself wondering what might be going through his head. What goes through anyone's head in moments like this.
He pulls the extra can of soda he had in his pocket and reaches over to sit it atop Kano's head.]
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It's not that he's surprised to see Kano this way. Quiet. On his own. A little separated from everyone. It's not that it's strange, or wrong, but he finds himself wondering what might be going through his head. What goes through anyone's head in moments like this.
He pulls the extra can of soda he had in his pocket and reaches over to sit it atop Kano's head.]
Here.