The recognizable stench of alcohol fills his nose. He tilts his head towards the source, half expecting to find Misato chugging down another beer. There was no woman with a can, only a man with sharp features who looks down upon him. Quickly, Shinji turns his attention elsewhere, hoping the male didn’t catch onto his glance.
This is all your fault, Misato, if you weren’t such an alcoholic I wouldn’t be in this situation.
There’s no way his guardian would be able to hear him, but it didn’t stop him from complaining internally. To ensure the man wouldn’t try to start up a conversation with him, he proceeds to walk quickly away. If he’s at a far enough distance, it would be useless for him to utter a single word.











