(Because even in his internal monologue, getting Shiro to swear is a Herculean task, joke intended.)
This is some weird dream combination. Some kind of bizarre memory mix, because there's no way Darin's dad actually looks... weirdly like some cross between himself and the kid tucked like a football under his arm. Even if the strange guy leans more towards resembling Darin than anything. That's just too strange. Even for the guy who walked on a living, breathing, planet.
He's suddenly glad his helmet's back on.
"No, he's fine."
For a half-second, he's wondering if the kid's about to take the guy out at the kneecaps, but hey. Miracles happen. Or don't.
He shakes his head, keeping his face as neutral as possible. Whatever he's supposed to be getting out of this memory, he doesn't know if he's found it yet. "Really, it wasn't a problem. It's what I do."
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(Because even in his internal monologue, getting Shiro to swear is a Herculean task, joke intended.)
This is some weird dream combination. Some kind of bizarre memory mix, because there's no way Darin's dad actually looks... weirdly like some cross between himself and the kid tucked like a football under his arm. Even if the strange guy leans more towards resembling Darin than anything. That's just too strange. Even for the guy who walked on a living, breathing, planet.
He's suddenly glad his helmet's back on.
"No, he's fine."
For a half-second, he's wondering if the kid's about to take the guy out at the kneecaps, but hey. Miracles happen. Or don't.
He shakes his head, keeping his face as neutral as possible. Whatever he's supposed to be getting out of this memory, he doesn't know if he's found it yet. "Really, it wasn't a problem. It's what I do."