"I see you've given it much thought." About his ass, that is. The things kids notice, he wondered. Not that Shisui was in agreement that his rump looked weird. It wasn't weird at all, and he knew this because there had been occasions where-- er. Let's not delve into his private life.

His hand flinched back at the bat, and he stifled a chuckle. It was endearing, watching her literally take care of him.

Shisui was quick to notice the temporary diversion, and said nothing, waiting patiently for till she spoke up while he slipped his envelope in his pocket and then shifted his cup of tea to his other hand. Reaching into the bag, he grabbed himself a meat bun. He didn't sit there ruminating a single bite, though. It was so good he wasn't really wasting time chewing properly either. That, and he'd gone a few days without proper food, living on the soldier pill to maximize his efficiency, so he was starved for real food. Soldier pills were great in that they were highly convenient; but they tasted like utter crap.

He watched her over the rising steam of the bun he was munching on, expression soft, yet slightly amused. "I think your aunt and cousin make wonderful clothes. Perhaps those boys just have really poor taste?" He smiled, mostly to himself, before taking another bite. "Or maybe it's not your clothes. Maybe they just like seeing you react the way you do," Shisui added, softly.