[True to form, Kaede hears nothing said about how he stands out. It's not like he needs to; he already knows that. The bit about not paying the local rabble any mind would amuse him at least, if not make any impact - he usually doesn't, but on days like this when he's already out of sorts... It's a pain. His routine is already thrown off from having a fight, and it's like every petty offense is the greatest wrong that could be done to him instead; things he could have brushed off are making him do this. Act like a child.
What would his grandmother say? he wonders again, and something in his expression darkens for the second time this ride before he tunes back into the conversation somewhere around "jump off and walk." Maybe he ought to just do that... There's nothing else demanding his attention right now.]
I'll figure it out. [He shifts in his seat to lean forward on his knees, in more of a position to get up and leave at the next stop than his stock-still staring at the door minutes ago. This old man... Kaede glances at him, brow furrowed slightly, like he's just really clued in that he's bringing up that favor again. Like it actually meant something, which is the part that gives him pause. That's...
It's something. He's still going to refuse - politely! - and just get on with his walk home when a tiny chime rings from inside his jacket pocket. His phone. So that'll be the email all about what he's ruined about his life this time, then - and a long one, given the amount of time it took.
Well, forget that. He tugs his jacket closed like that will silence his phone for the rest of however long it takes and fixes the older man with a smile that's suddenly interested in his silver linings and miscellaneous babbling.]
Sure, why not. What are you going to do from here?
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What would his grandmother say? he wonders again, and something in his expression darkens for the second time this ride before he tunes back into the conversation somewhere around "jump off and walk." Maybe he ought to just do that... There's nothing else demanding his attention right now.]
I'll figure it out. [He shifts in his seat to lean forward on his knees, in more of a position to get up and leave at the next stop than his stock-still staring at the door minutes ago. This old man... Kaede glances at him, brow furrowed slightly, like he's just really clued in that he's bringing up that favor again. Like it actually meant something, which is the part that gives him pause. That's...
It's something. He's still going to refuse - politely! - and just get on with his walk home when a tiny chime rings from inside his jacket pocket. His phone. So that'll be the email all about what he's ruined about his life this time, then - and a long one, given the amount of time it took.
Well, forget that. He tugs his jacket closed like that will silence his phone for the rest of however long it takes and fixes the older man with a smile that's suddenly interested in his silver linings and miscellaneous babbling.]
Sure, why not. What are you going to do from here?
[Like, he's just saying.]