[Shinjiro has not spent very much of the past two years living under any kind of a roof, hanging around on the streets in the sketchiest part of his town. Which is to say, he's fairly attuned to suspicious noises late at night, so he definitely hears the sounds of someone trying to break in through the window, but what he doesn't expect when he goes to check it out is some drunk guy hanging halfway in, possibly stuck on something.
He stares at him with the absolute judgment that only an teenager-tier resting bitchface can manage.]
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He stares at him with the absolute judgment that only an teenager-tier resting bitchface can manage.]
The hell do you think you're doin'?