[...He's almost afraid to ask how many times it's had to happen, but that...is not a detail he needs to know. "Preferably violently," he says...]
[There's a bad feeling bubbling up—talking about changing so casually, the feeling that that's a bad thing (that it's always been a bad thing) without him knowing why—but a pillow suddenly leaping at him (finally, a successful ambush, congratulations sir pillow) followed nearly immediately by Shun's own counter snaps him out of it.]
[...Speaking of being violently snapped out of it. Guess the pillows have made Shun's point. Still, he holds the two cushions more tightly that he would have normally; he can't let the feeling spring back up again, so—]
Why did you plop Pipey on my bed? [He looks at the pillows as he says it so it's less out-of-nowhere than it seems.]
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[There's a bad feeling bubbling up—talking about changing so casually, the feeling that that's a bad thing (that it's always been a bad thing) without him knowing why—but a pillow suddenly leaping at him (finally, a successful ambush, congratulations sir pillow) followed nearly immediately by Shun's own counter snaps him out of it.]
[...Speaking of being violently snapped out of it. Guess the pillows have made Shun's point. Still, he holds the two cushions more tightly that he would have normally; he can't let the feeling spring back up again, so—]
Why did you plop Pipey on my bed? [He looks at the pillows as he says it so it's less out-of-nowhere than it seems.]