[That is a lot of words about auras and colors, but Shinji supposes he did ask. It's not uninteresting, either, but he wouldn't know the first thing about color theory or even how colors might be supposed to represent his emotions--he always feels kind of low-key shitty, but that's become such a constant background hum that he doesn't even really register it as a feeling.
He's about to comment something to the effect of not being sure he's feeling anything in particular, and maybe some grumbling about how all the magical bullshit around here should come with an instruction manual, but then Akechi gets to that last sentence, and Shinjiro stops short. It's that sort of thing that isn't shocking shocking, in the sense that the first time he ever saw this kid was when he attacked Arisato back in his first ever combat class with Qrow, but it's also not what you expect to happen amidst a perfectly pleasant start to a conversation.
Which means it's magic, again. Having very recently been similarly afflicted with a magic apple that had him craving for intimacy and emotional honesty, he also knows that trying to change the subject won't help. Leaving might prevent much further embarrassment, but it'd feel vaguely uneven in the face of Akechi's confession.
Shinjiro gingerly puts the paintbrush down, in case it's the source of this unfortunate business, and rubs at his neck as he looks at Akechi, trying to figure out what to say.]
...I uh, I can relate. Sorta.
[Manslaughter, as opposed to actual murder, of course. He has a hard time feeling like the distinction is particularly important when he's deep in his own self-loathing, but he knows there is one, and that he'll have to specify if they get into it. But not yet.]
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He's about to comment something to the effect of not being sure he's feeling anything in particular, and maybe some grumbling about how all the magical bullshit around here should come with an instruction manual, but then Akechi gets to that last sentence, and Shinjiro stops short. It's that sort of thing that isn't shocking shocking, in the sense that the first time he ever saw this kid was when he attacked Arisato back in his first ever combat class with Qrow, but it's also not what you expect to happen amidst a perfectly pleasant start to a conversation.
Which means it's magic, again. Having very recently been similarly afflicted with a magic apple that had him craving for intimacy and emotional honesty, he also knows that trying to change the subject won't help. Leaving might prevent much further embarrassment, but it'd feel vaguely uneven in the face of Akechi's confession.
Shinjiro gingerly puts the paintbrush down, in case it's the source of this unfortunate business, and rubs at his neck as he looks at Akechi, trying to figure out what to say.]
...I uh, I can relate. Sorta.
[Manslaughter, as opposed to actual murder, of course. He has a hard time feeling like the distinction is particularly important when he's deep in his own self-loathing, but he knows there is one, and that he'll have to specify if they get into it. But not yet.]