Shinji
A sudden aura of death assailed the room. No, to call it an aura would be utterly wrong. It was a pure killing intent, unlike anything the kid saw earlier. Doom incarnate, misery unending, demi-
SMACK!
Ow! Wh-what the!? Excuse me!? Shinji! Did you just.... did you just hurl your shoe at me!? How... how dare you. Your own narrator, the bard of your tale, your muse.... you'd just abuse me like so, after all I've done? How could you be so ungrateful! How could you! How-
Hey. S-shinji. Caaalm down. Relax. Okay, fine, fine, I'll behave. O-okay.
*ahem*
Shinji just casually tossed his shoe, his very precious and expensive shoes, down into the wall like they were nothing. He didn't even consider the fact they could hit a poor soul, like the dear narrator who works tirel- OW OW OKAY FINE! OKAY! OH GOD! STOP IT! OOOOW!
Ungrateful brats.
A-anyways, once he kicked the shoes away, he just turned to glance at the kid.
"It's my place. Got a problem with that?"
And so he sighed, not even carrying any energy to get angry anymore.
"Shoes off."