[Forget the constant threat of murder, forget having his soul burnt into ash to fuel the captain's "research" - the worst thing that can happen is now officially "having to yank a serrated knife out of his skull while Tohru's watching."
Natsuno grimaces and tries to get the sushi out of his hair, with partial success. Behind them, the conveyer throws one last knife, clearly frustrated at the potential customers for slipping away. It hits the opposite wall and clatters to the floor.]
...yeah.
[Been here for quite a while, considering he's wearing an obnoxiously printed polo shirt of the infinite Tommy Bahama. Excuse his one-word, delayed response - all of Natsuno's mental resources are busy trying to process the situation. Step one, compartmentalize: the bitter grief twisting his heart is shoved forcefully into a box and locked away for later.]
no subject
Natsuno grimaces and tries to get the sushi out of his hair, with partial success. Behind them, the conveyer throws one last knife, clearly frustrated at the potential customers for slipping away. It hits the opposite wall and clatters to the floor.]
...yeah.
[Been here for quite a while, considering he's wearing an obnoxiously printed polo shirt of the infinite Tommy Bahama. Excuse his one-word, delayed response - all of Natsuno's mental resources are busy trying to process the situation. Step one, compartmentalize: the bitter grief twisting his heart is shoved forcefully into a box and locked away for later.]
When did you get here?
[Step two: assess and damage control.]