[What is this guy's deal. Shinjiro stares at his completely unhelpful non-answer as the guy just kind of zones out with something in between impatience and irritation, and a hint of disbelief. Alright, maybe he's reading all this wrong and the guy really doesn't care what happens to him as long as it doesn't freak other people out, which -- in Shinjiro's opinion, is absurd, but fine. Whatever, guy. Die, don't die, see if he cares.

(He cares. A lot. Against his will, for the most part.)

A hand comes up to scrub at his face.]

Tch. Nevermind. Look -- if the problem got caused by the tea party, maybe that's what'll fix it. Was there anything else there besides the cups?