Shinjiro took a step back, putting his hand back into his pockets. His expression shuttered. That's fair, he thinks. He knew what kind of guy he looked like. Untrustworthy. Some random punk. Dangerous.

He should know better than to think someone would trust a guy like him.

And yet it was dangerous out here - he scowled slightly, frustrated at himself. Of course, to Gina, he likely looked all the more intimidating with that expression. It's not as if he was sharing what he was thinking, that the disapproval he radiated was entirely directed at his own actions.

"It's kinda complicated," Shinjiro said, voice tight with impatience. He didn't remember he was at a party, that this was a garden. He thought this was real. "We stay out here much longer - you're gonna be in danger."

(( ooc: sorry about the wait! thank you very much for your patience with me ))