[Five years ago when the foundations first went in... he was sixteen, on the awkward gangly tail-end of childhood. In theory, he could have caught a glimpse of it... in practice, shortly after he was learning many new things elsewhere... he was disconnected to start with, and missed his chance.
And now that he remembers... ]
That's right... you were carrying it around everywhere.
[It had some kind of name, didn't it? He's trying to recall it, while he tries to play off the shame of Gin's disappointment in him not being able to tell burlap dog from burlap cat and also being no fun. He doesn't take Gin's hand, but he does get up, trying to surreptitiously swipe what Gin didn't already get off his face and front... it doesn't go well.]
Ahaha, are you worried? I'll just do this, then.
[He twists around his scarf until he finds an unblemished area, and then pulls it up over his mouth and nose as he's been habitually doing whenever he's ventured outside... meant to be quick dashes in and out of quarantine, and this... definitely wasn't that.]
See? No flowers for me... Let's find a pump, you should wash that off. It's even more of a health hazard nowadays...
[And also his throat is parched to hell, but shh. He searches his pockets and with a small sigh of relief finds that most of his things are still there... there's things like marbles and nuts and a beetle missing, which means kids were the ones rifling through... Gin is instantly a prime suspect, but Shin's keeping that to himself... for now. He's starting to tip towards full wakefulness, the agonies of the flesh aside]
The new doctor, huh... Wonder what the Capital dandy wants our brave heiress for?
[By all accounts, he's been going door to door to those with money and power, rubbing elbows with them... Shin doesn't like either of them, and it's making the fact that despite his light tone he's fishing for anything Gin knows about their meeting a little clearer.]
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And now that he remembers... ]
That's right... you were carrying it around everywhere.
[It had some kind of name, didn't it? He's trying to recall it, while he tries to play off the shame of Gin's disappointment in him not being able to tell burlap dog from burlap cat and also being no fun. He doesn't take Gin's hand, but he does get up, trying to surreptitiously swipe what Gin didn't already get off his face and front... it doesn't go well.]
Ahaha, are you worried? I'll just do this, then.
[He twists around his scarf until he finds an unblemished area, and then pulls it up over his mouth and nose as he's been habitually doing whenever he's ventured outside... meant to be quick dashes in and out of quarantine, and this... definitely wasn't that.]
See? No flowers for me... Let's find a pump, you should wash that off. It's even more of a health hazard nowadays...
[And also his throat is parched to hell, but shh. He searches his pockets and with a small sigh of relief finds that most of his things are still there... there's things like marbles and nuts and a beetle missing, which means kids were the ones rifling through... Gin is instantly a prime suspect, but Shin's keeping that to himself... for now. He's starting to tip towards full wakefulness, the agonies of the flesh aside]
The new doctor, huh... Wonder what the Capital dandy wants our brave heiress for?
[By all accounts, he's been going door to door to those with money and power, rubbing elbows with them... Shin doesn't like either of them, and it's making the fact that despite his light tone he's fishing for anything Gin knows about their meeting a little clearer.]