[In those handful of seconds, Shinjiro's managed to peel himself off the bed and drag himself out to the lobby to wait for Mista. His hands are in his pockets like usual, and -- well, he always looks tired, but there's something about him that looks like maybe all this is finally starting to get to even him, despite how cavalier he tends to be about his own life and the idea of death.]
Yo.
[He raises an arm in greeting, and almost immediately turns back toward the direction he came, expecting Mista to follow.]
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Yo.
[He raises an arm in greeting, and almost immediately turns back toward the direction he came, expecting Mista to follow.]
S'this way.