"Can't believe it either, to be honest..." It's a grumble, but there's honestly not a terrible lot of heart to it. Shizuo draws back from the counter to give Namie some room as she reaches over to the towels suddenly. But--oh, there's everything else. Good enough answer to his question, now isn't it?
Shizuo takes up the ointment once Namie settles again, gingerly unscrewing the cap on it, but glances up at the question. "Ah, yeah. We were in separate middle schools, but then we ended up back in the same school again like that..." Because luck has a strange way of sorting people, apparently. But Namie's second question earns a more bemused sort of pause. "I'm twenty-four."
What an unexpected thing to be asked. Is there something relevant to be found about his age that Namie wants to check in on, or something? Is he even a typical sort of twenty-four year old, now he thinks about it...? Well, though that's a pretty stupid sort of question. Shizuo puts it aside instead of trying to think on it.
Instead he sets the ointment lid on the counter and draws up to Namie's side again. Less hesitant, this time, with more things to preoccupy him apart from her current state of dress--and especially because this is going to be even more of a delicate process than the cleaning had been, probably. He dabs some ointment onto a finger and leans over her shoulder again, the fingertips of his free hand bracing very lightly over the unharmed skin next to the burn while he starts very carefully applying the ointment on the burn itself with the other. He wouldn't be surprised if this stings more than the towel, so he tries to be as light as he can about it...
Then Shizuo realizes she'd probably notice him starting to tense up again, so he tries to break the brief silence at least. "--How about you, then? Lived around Ikebukuro for awhile too?"
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Shizuo takes up the ointment once Namie settles again, gingerly unscrewing the cap on it, but glances up at the question. "Ah, yeah. We were in separate middle schools, but then we ended up back in the same school again like that..." Because luck has a strange way of sorting people, apparently. But Namie's second question earns a more bemused sort of pause. "I'm twenty-four."
What an unexpected thing to be asked. Is there something relevant to be found about his age that Namie wants to check in on, or something? Is he even a typical sort of twenty-four year old, now he thinks about it...? Well, though that's a pretty stupid sort of question. Shizuo puts it aside instead of trying to think on it.
Instead he sets the ointment lid on the counter and draws up to Namie's side again. Less hesitant, this time, with more things to preoccupy him apart from her current state of dress--and especially because this is going to be even more of a delicate process than the cleaning had been, probably. He dabs some ointment onto a finger and leans over her shoulder again, the fingertips of his free hand bracing very lightly over the unharmed skin next to the burn while he starts very carefully applying the ointment on the burn itself with the other. He wouldn't be surprised if this stings more than the towel, so he tries to be as light as he can about it...
Then Shizuo realizes she'd probably notice him starting to tense up again, so he tries to break the brief silence at least. "--How about you, then? Lived around Ikebukuro for awhile too?"