[Furniture. That itches at his brain a little, the term Will uses to describe himself. He'd like to ask about it, but they're still stuck in this farce of a theater and he's not having any philosophical discussions on what makes someone a person while Whatever This Is continues to happen. It freaked out Lion, and therefore it can go fuck itself and everything up until the point where they escape can do the same, including all manner of curiosity.]
Like--him?
[Well, almost all. The question slips out before he can think better of it. He wonders who Lion means, can only really think of "Will", but it could be anyone, right? They do have some unfortunate things in common, it seems, but they're not really alike....
Ahh, whatever. He can worry about that later. It too is shoved under a metaphorical rug. The stage starts to shift into something else, almost like -- a black hole, at least what he'd think a black hole would look like if it were possible to look at one.
And Shinjiro, whose approach to problem-solving is either literally slamming his face into the thing or running away at mach 10, reaches down with his free hand to grab the seat cushion....and fling it right toward said hole. It doesn't go that far, given all he has for force is his wrist, but if struggling does little, maybe pissing the stage off more will get results. Points to eyes, points to stage. Fight him in the pit.]
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Like--him?
[Well, almost all. The question slips out before he can think better of it. He wonders who Lion means, can only really think of "Will", but it could be anyone, right? They do have some unfortunate things in common, it seems, but they're not really alike....
Ahh, whatever. He can worry about that later. It too is shoved under a metaphorical rug. The stage starts to shift into something else, almost like -- a black hole, at least what he'd think a black hole would look like if it were possible to look at one.
And Shinjiro, whose approach to problem-solving is either literally slamming his face into the thing or running away at mach 10, reaches down with his free hand to grab the seat cushion....and fling it right toward said hole. It doesn't go that far, given all he has for force is his wrist, but if struggling does little, maybe pissing the stage off more will get results. Points to eyes, points to stage. Fight him in the pit.]