[Clearly it's the team theme...don't worry Maya, one day you too will cultivate a dramatic entrance of your very own......
But no...it's awful, this is the worst, what's so heroic about wading through a bunch of hungry people with all the grace of a bulldozer anyway!! Which is roughly what Shizuo thinks of this entire situation, about now, patience stretched to a fine line and temper simmering a little too close to breakout for comfort at the moment. Not that it's Maya's fault in any shape or form, of course--his ire is at the mall and the infected in general, and the fact that they're all locked inside with them. If anything, it's Maya's presence--alongside that of several other people over the course of the last several hours, civilians or fellow Audentes alike--that motivate him to more carefully keep his anger in check, his rhetorical grip on it just about as tight as his grip on this stop sign is at the moment.
He's been getting better lately, maybe. Sort of. But he doesn't want to mess it up now, cannibal people or not. The strain combines altogether into the decidedly irritable scowl on his face at the moment, though at Maya's answer it...actually manages to ease just a bit anyway, if only in favor of genuine bemusement.]
Your armor, huh? ...Yeah, that's pretty neat. [This is an actually genuine comment; it'd be almost thoughtful, if they weren't currently surrounded by flesh-hungry zombies. But they are, so he just has to settle with being hurried instead.] We should find you some stronger stuff, it's gotta be around somewhere...whoa, hey--! [Yep, there she goes falling; she manages to grab his arm before hitting the ground, and so Shizuo can properly catch her and hoist her upright again by the back of her shirt, faintly exasperated.] Can you actually skate or am I gonna have to carry you? We need to get out of--
[Oh, wait, that sure is another infected throwing themselves at them from the side, and Shizuo whips around.] Duck! [Hopefully Maya heeds this warning immediately!! Because he'd really rather not take off her head with a stop sign. And if she does, it'll connect to the infected instead with a swing and a solid metal clang.]
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But no...it's awful, this is the worst, what's so heroic about wading through a bunch of hungry people with all the grace of a bulldozer anyway!! Which is roughly what Shizuo thinks of this entire situation, about now, patience stretched to a fine line and temper simmering a little too close to breakout for comfort at the moment. Not that it's Maya's fault in any shape or form, of course--his ire is at the mall and the infected in general, and the fact that they're all locked inside with them. If anything, it's Maya's presence--alongside that of several other people over the course of the last several hours, civilians or fellow Audentes alike--that motivate him to more carefully keep his anger in check, his rhetorical grip on it just about as tight as his grip on this stop sign is at the moment.
He's been getting better lately, maybe. Sort of. But he doesn't want to mess it up now, cannibal people or not. The strain combines altogether into the decidedly irritable scowl on his face at the moment, though at Maya's answer it...actually manages to ease just a bit anyway, if only in favor of genuine bemusement.]
Your armor, huh? ...Yeah, that's pretty neat. [This is an actually genuine comment; it'd be almost thoughtful, if they weren't currently surrounded by flesh-hungry zombies. But they are, so he just has to settle with being hurried instead.] We should find you some stronger stuff, it's gotta be around somewhere...whoa, hey--! [Yep, there she goes falling; she manages to grab his arm before hitting the ground, and so Shizuo can properly catch her and hoist her upright again by the back of her shirt, faintly exasperated.] Can you actually skate or am I gonna have to carry you? We need to get out of--
[Oh, wait, that sure is another infected throwing themselves at them from the side, and Shizuo whips around.] Duck! [Hopefully Maya heeds this warning immediately!! Because he'd really rather not take off her head with a stop sign. And if she does, it'll connect to the infected instead with a swing and a solid metal clang.]