It had to be garbage, it had to be— of all the places he could end up in, it's right where he belongs. The bin. That doesn't mean he likes it or particularly wanted to be here, because who actually ever wants to fall face-first in a pile of trash, but.
Anyway. The long and short of it is, Atsushi falls into a world of shit, and he reacts appropriately for the occasion, which is— ]
—Ah?! Ahhhhh?!
[ ...to scream, apparently. Not very dignified or manly, but let's be real, who has the time to be posturing right now??? ]
No, it's— it's everywhere?! [ Ah, there's a rat struggling... in his shirt, someone put him out of his misery, please. Cue more yelling. ] Ehh!? It's in my shirt?!
[ no seriously give this child a hand ]
PHASE III : THAT SCENE FROM TOY STORY 3
[ At least this thing is moving slower than molasses... this fucking incinerator, thanks for being threatening without actually being threatening.
That aside?! Impending doom is still... impending, even if it's very very slow!! Atsushi'd morphed his legs into his tiger form to make his escape quicker, but once he realizes that he actually...doesn't have to hurry... he's out to look for people he can help. Listen, he might as well make himself useful.
So he trots towards the person nearest him, offers him or her a hand without taking into consideration that it might be a little weird, this boy with furry legs running up towards a complete stranger. ]
Hey— it's not safe here, so...! [ insistent handwave! ] We should probably go...?
[ 'Probably'. ]
BONUS
[ He really only has one thing to say, as he turns his head slowly, slowly, and fixes the person he's stuck with with a cold sweat running down the side of his head and the stiffest half-smile he can muster, without looking like he wants to die. ]
atsushi nakajima | bungou stray dogs
[ Okay, well. This is great.
It had to be garbage, it had to be— of all the places he could end up in, it's right where he belongs. The bin. That doesn't mean he likes it or particularly wanted to be here, because who actually ever wants to fall face-first in a pile of trash, but.
Anyway. The long and short of it is, Atsushi falls into a world of shit, and he reacts appropriately for the occasion, which is— ]
—Ah?! Ahhhhh?!
[ ...to scream, apparently. Not very dignified or manly, but let's be real, who has the time to be posturing right now??? ]
No, it's— it's everywhere?! [ Ah, there's a rat struggling... in his shirt, someone put him out of his misery, please. Cue more yelling. ] Ehh!? It's in my shirt?!
[ no seriously give this child a hand ]
PHASE III : THAT SCENE FROM TOY STORY 3
[ At least this thing is moving slower than molasses... this fucking incinerator, thanks for being threatening without actually being threatening.
That aside?! Impending doom is still... impending, even if it's very very slow!! Atsushi'd morphed his legs into his tiger form to make his escape quicker, but once he realizes that he actually...doesn't have to hurry... he's out to look for people he can help. Listen, he might as well make himself useful.
So he trots towards the person nearest him, offers him or her a hand without taking into consideration that it might be a little weird, this boy with furry legs running up towards a complete stranger. ]
Hey— it's not safe here, so...! [ insistent handwave! ] We should probably go...?
[ 'Probably'. ]
BONUS
[ He really only has one thing to say, as he turns his head slowly, slowly, and fixes the person he's stuck with with a cold sweat running down the side of his head and the stiffest half-smile he can muster, without looking like he wants to die. ]
I...
I'm...sorry?
[ nailed it. ]