"Um...." This conversation kept getting more confusing. "What do you mean... Hold me back?" He asked, truly lost.
"Like... I'm young and pretty much human, so there are going to be plenty of things I can't do in life or have to wait a long time for. I don't want you to stand out on the things you may want to do, just because I can't do them."
Kenta shook his head and smiled. "I... Just wanna grow up with Shay-shay. If waiting for something is part of growing up, its worth it to wait with you."
Shay nibbled her lower lip as she smiled half-heartedly at him. "That's...sweet." This was too intimate for her comfort. Shay stopped leaning on him and scooted away a short distance. "Um...If you say so. Just keep in mind what I said. So many things change from year to year. I don't ever want to be the thing holding someone back."
Did I... say something weird? He thought when she moved away. And shes still saying stuff about 'holding me back'... Kenta didn't know what to say, and let out a sigh.
"Don't sigh like that," Shay snapped. She huffed, crossed her arms and looked away from him. "I'm not saying you're doing it now, I just never want to hear you say you won't do something because I can't or I won't. It would drive me crazy, okay? I can't be that thing. Do you understand?"
"I-i um..." He nodded, seeming to be taken off guard by her tone. He... made her mad? "Ok... I won't say that." He agreed timidly. Why is she so stressed about something like that? ... Should I...
Shay found herself becoming more frustrated at his timidity. Why was he acting all nervous around her? He hadn't been like that when they first met. Was she really that scary? "Stop that."
"..." Kenta couldn't be more confused. Why is she so mad? Why does she... Can I not win? Can we not move on? ... She... Shes always happy when I... There was a puff of smoke, and Kenta appeared as his fox form, looking up at her with cautious optimism. Be happy again. Please stop being mad at me...
Shay looked over and blinked, unsure why he had turned into a fox. She sighed, as though defeated, and reached over to pick the little fox up and place him on her lap. Idly, she stroked his head.