He laughed. "It was worth mentioning." He blushed a bit when she mentioned liking his smirk. Unlike her, however, his redness lingered longer. "Well I... I guess I've lost a bit of that confidence." He admitted, making his smile falter. He questioned the words himself. It was like his subconscious was answering her. He smiled again though, answering his subconscious. "I really shouldn't though." His eyes brightened with determination as this clicked. His green eye would seem to have fire in it. "I can't worry so much, can I? It isn't like me! I can't..! ..." He let out a sigh. Too much passion. He had worked himself up quickly. "Can't let 'things' affect me so much, can I?" He asked with his smirk returning.
Shay looked at him as they stopped at her doorstep, head canted to the right. He seemed like a totally different person when he smirked like that. Was it, in some way, a different person? Was that maybe part of Gin? Would Shay ever be able to tell? Did the two of them cloud one and other's opinions and mannerisms? And if they did, didn't they mean they were basically the same person? Two sides of one coin?
She shook herself from such thoughts and grinned at him. There was still that odd, lingering feeling over the way he said things. That look in his eye. Shay had to think about this but on her own time.
"That's right. No reason to be nervous, least of all around me." She glanced at the door and went to release his hand. "Thanks for walking me home." She said that every time, she realized.
He smiled. "Any time" He answered as always, releasing her when she moved her hand.
Shay hesitated, smiled, and gently poked his cheek. She didn't want to go inside. She didn't want to be left alone to sulk and think and wonder. "Do you...want to come inside?" She almost suggested that he might like to see her room, but the idea unnerved her. That was her space, and she wasn't sure she wanted to share it quite yet.
He seemed surprised at first. She seemed to zip in there and shut the door every other time. He quickly smiled and nodded. "Sure, I'd love to." He agreed.
Shay turned, pausing before she opened the door and kept it open for him. Inside was vast and clean but perhaps lacking personality. "My room is upstairs," Shay said. For a time, she stood there awkwardly, unsure where she should take him or what she should show him.
Kenta followed her in and did a spin around to check the place out. "Wow. Its really big." He thought out loud. He stayed close to her though. She was always so quick to close the door. He didn't want to overstep any boundaries his first time here.
"Yeah," Shay said awkwardly before taking his hand and leading him down a hallway to a commons room with a tv, a few tables of checkers, and a shelf of board games.
In front of the television sat a young boy, no older than six. He looked over dully when they entered, but his boredom jumped straight ti interest upon seeing Kenta.
"Ith he allowed to be here? Ith he knew?" The child had a nasty lisp caused by the large gap between his two oversized front teeth.
"It's not against the rules," Shay said irritably.
Kenta smiled and waved at the boy, letting his tails sway behind him a little more noticeably. He didn't truly think it'd draw attention here, but it had become somewhat of a habit around children back home. They were easy to interest, and easy to entertain, and his silver tails always caught kids eyes.
The boy pushed himself to stand and walked over with somewhat of a waddle (or was it a limp? It was hard to tell with such a short distance). He pursed his lips as he inspected Kenta, hands on his hips.
He glanced at Shay, a smile brightening his entire face. It was the smile of a troublesome younger sibling. "Tho, he'th like your boyfriend! Groth! I bet you guyth kith all the time! Eeeew!"
Shay's eyes widened and she quickly released her hold on Kenta's hand. "We are not."