Shinjiro doesn't quite startle per se, but his back and shoulders do stiffen slightly, brows creasing and lips tugging downward as he'd been caught off guard. He turns his head just enough to glance at the other man through messy bangs, expression returning to its typical neutrality as the comment registered.
"Not really." A shrug, and he pulls his hand back from the half-decayed fruit (A sort of unconscious self-consciousness,) and looks the man over. Some sort of-- small computer thing, but otherwise not too much terribly impressive about the guy. He has no idea what's so fascinating to be typed so furiously, but the fact that he'd crept up and focused on that makes Shinjiro want to keep distanced.
"I mean, unless I got a real hate for fruit." Dry, even-toned, and his shoulders roll in a shrug.
:V !!
Shinjiro doesn't quite startle per se, but his back and shoulders do stiffen slightly, brows creasing and lips tugging downward as he'd been caught off guard. He turns his head just enough to glance at the other man through messy bangs, expression returning to its typical neutrality as the comment registered.
"Not really." A shrug, and he pulls his hand back from the half-decayed fruit (A sort of unconscious self-consciousness,) and looks the man over. Some sort of-- small computer thing, but otherwise not too much terribly impressive about the guy. He has no idea what's so fascinating to be typed so furiously, but the fact that he'd crept up and focused on that makes Shinjiro want to keep distanced.
"I mean, unless I got a real hate for fruit." Dry, even-toned, and his shoulders roll in a shrug.
"So, you need something?"