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"So what's he think about all this, anyway?" Shinji asks from inside the bathroom, a few days after Shuhei had moved in.
"He doesn't have an opinion," Kensei replies from the other side, calm and near the point of throwing his arms up into the air and yell for the hell of it, like they've been having this conversation for hours and he doesn't need to ask Shinji who he's talking about.
Kind of freakish.
"Oh, that's just rich…What makes you think it's need-?"
"You misunderstand. He's a teenager that needs help—"
"Yeah, this all sounds familiar," Horse teeth snorts, coming out to look at his reflection.
"He had no family, only his shit in his bag. Dammit Shinji, he needs someone!"
Shinji merely rolled his eyes, casting his gaze towards Kensei's.
"And you think you're perfect for the job of being that someone?"
"Yeah. Besides he's already moved in and all, even calls me Unc-"
"Wait—He calls you Uncle?" Shinji asks suspiciously, looking at Kensei's reflection in the mirror.
"I told him to call me whatever. I didn't approve of the nickname old man however….so it ended up being Uncle."
Shinji stills, because…he turns and looks at him dead in the eye. "He's a kid."
"….you've stated that at least a hundred times in one hour Shinji."
"I have a right to be worried….You're not gonna jump the kid are ya?" Shinji hisses, because this just went from "mildly acceptable" to " becoming wrong, utterly and completely fucked up".
Shinji stands, right in Kensei's space and the sliver-haired male is suddenly ready to flip, maybe wants to punch his friend..
son of a bitch.
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