[He really ... does not appreciate being lectured by this random man who's apparently got some kind of chip on his shoulder. Shinji's mouth twists.]
Look, guy, I don't owe you an explanation. But for the record, I'm leavin' because I saw what happens when you ain't playin' the game right. I don't know shit about fancy parties, and I ain't gonna get my brain zapped because I didn't pick the right dessert fork or whatever the fuck.
[He is, noticeably, wearing the hideous festive blazer, Wolfe might realize. He did try to blend. It's just that seeing the punch bowl zombie convinced him it was a much better idea to leave than risk failing to conform appropriately enough.]
Bein' some punk kid ditching early fits in better with their image than tryin' to fake it wrong.
[He could even picture that painfully saccharine voice putting out platitudes about Troubled Youths. It was a role he knew how to play well, and it was the easiest to slip into now.]
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Look, guy, I don't owe you an explanation. But for the record, I'm leavin' because I saw what happens when you ain't playin' the game right. I don't know shit about fancy parties, and I ain't gonna get my brain zapped because I didn't pick the right dessert fork or whatever the fuck.
[He is, noticeably, wearing the hideous festive blazer, Wolfe might realize. He did try to blend. It's just that seeing the punch bowl zombie convinced him it was a much better idea to leave than risk failing to conform appropriately enough.]
Bein' some punk kid ditching early fits in better with their image than tryin' to fake it wrong.
[He could even picture that painfully saccharine voice putting out platitudes about Troubled Youths. It was a role he knew how to play well, and it was the easiest to slip into now.]