[He looks like shit, Mista thinks upon seeing Shinjiro; and then, instinctively, That's good. He can't put his finger on why that thought occurs, and doesn't think to question it after another moment or two of pondering. Yeah, it's not good, but it's good — something like that.]
[Maybe. He'll see.]
[And he follows, of course. Wherever Shinjiro needs him. Up the stairs, and on the way up he cracks a joke—] If you need me to help hide a body I'm gonna kick your ass, man.
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[Maybe. He'll see.]
[And he follows, of course. Wherever Shinjiro needs him. Up the stairs, and on the way up he cracks a joke—] If you need me to help hide a body I'm gonna kick your ass, man.