ebidonna
Okina is loud. Loud, too loud -- compared to Inaba, at least. He already feels suffocated, almost like the air is turning to dust within him, aching lungs screaming. Carrying shop bags it’s not a problem, not all. Problem is that there are too many. Of course naught would leave pursed lips for the time being, will slip away this concession, not worth struggling in a subject like this. Looking for respite in the nearest bench, he settles in as he draws out a tiring exhalation. Not heeding to Ai’s demands to keep walking, tiers curve upward to form a nonchalant smile.
“Chill. You ought to get stronger -- what will you do when I’m not here to carry your infinite loads of bags?” Of course, all he wants is to see her reaction. It’s not a wide-open thought. It’s all contained within his mind, But his thoughts are taking a turn for the unpleasant, so he exhales quietly from his nose and turns back to look at Ai, trying to shove away that mentality. It's a little less formal than what he’s used to, he thinks, and he doesn't quite imagine himself doing this on a daily basis. What he does to reveal her full picture, after all some teasing shouldn’t rise anything bad.
