[ Being laughed at is embarrassing, and hearing everybody else explode into laughter all around him makes him want to hole up somewhere and die, but what has Shuuya snapping his head up, fear flashing across his brown eyes, is the sharp edge to Michael's tone, the threat of danger he's so familiar with and hypersensitizes himself to.
This person, he thinks to himself, can be dangerous. Even if Michael's been nothing but kind to him, the reality of it is, he is still capable of anger. If he's capable of anger, he's capable of violence, and it'll be like his mother all over again, whom he loves with all his heart but also fears her to the core and he doesn't know what to do with that.
He bites at his bottom lip and shakes his head adamantly and decides he doesn't want to see any more magic anything. Everything from his hands to his pants are sticky with syrup but at least he can stand up as high as he can and reach up to the counter and hope he doesn't knock over the salt or whatever while he grabs a handful of napkins to throw onto the ground and start soaking up the soda. ]
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This person, he thinks to himself, can be dangerous. Even if Michael's been nothing but kind to him, the reality of it is, he is still capable of anger. If he's capable of anger, he's capable of violence, and it'll be like his mother all over again, whom he loves with all his heart but also fears her to the core and he doesn't know what to do with that.
He bites at his bottom lip and shakes his head adamantly and decides he doesn't want to see any more magic anything. Everything from his hands to his pants are sticky with syrup but at least he can stand up as high as he can and reach up to the counter and hope he doesn't knock over the salt or whatever while he grabs a handful of napkins to throw onto the ground and start soaking up the soda. ]