[He doesn't even try to stop her from ducking around the table (not that he could anyway-- one doesn't try to stop Ai Hoshino when her mind is set on something, plus... yes, honorary aunt privileges, too), his form slouched and his head nestled into the crook of his arms. It takes him a long moment before he finally responds, his fingers picking idly at the fabric of his shirt sleeves as he debates on how much he actually wants to say about all of this.]
... yeah.
[It wasn't as if it was the first time he had been ejected, though-- the infamous incident with Cinnabar accidentally covering him with liquid mercury had hardly been a pleasant experience, and it had left Amane with an annoying rash and little appetite for nearly week after it happened. But that was different story; it hadn't been his fault that it happened (well, mostly-- he could have tried to give a bigger berth to someone wielding toxic metal, but that was besides the point!!), so it was easier to chalk it up to the situation and his inexperience and move past it. But this time... it was different. He was supposed to be the responsible one, the one showing someone else the ropes, and what did he do? He got them hurt, along with the person who (rightfully) tagged along because they were concerned about him screwing something up.
Amane burrows his head further into his arms, his voice muffled as he continues on.]
It was my first outing as a Mentor, too.
[It's easy to hear the hurt, bitter edge to his words there, despite the muted noise, filled with both the frustration and the disappointment he didn't want to state aloud. He wouldn't have been the first Mentor it had happened to, and definitely not the last, but... he was still a thirteen year old boy, one who just so happened to get a rude wake-up call from all of his misguided confidence of youth.]
.. it sucks.
[Well, he'll allow himself that, at least-- there's no denying that the situation is anything but crappy.]
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... yeah.
[It wasn't as if it was the first time he had been ejected, though-- the infamous incident with Cinnabar accidentally covering him with liquid mercury had hardly been a pleasant experience, and it had left Amane with an annoying rash and little appetite for nearly week after it happened. But that was different story; it hadn't been his fault that it happened (well, mostly-- he could have tried to give a bigger berth to someone wielding toxic metal, but that was besides the point!!), so it was easier to chalk it up to the situation and his inexperience and move past it. But this time... it was different. He was supposed to be the responsible one, the one showing someone else the ropes, and what did he do? He got them hurt, along with the person who (rightfully) tagged along because they were concerned about him screwing something up.
Amane burrows his head further into his arms, his voice muffled as he continues on.]
It was my first outing as a Mentor, too.
[It's easy to hear the hurt, bitter edge to his words there, despite the muted noise, filled with both the frustration and the disappointment he didn't want to state aloud. He wouldn't have been the first Mentor it had happened to, and definitely not the last, but... he was still a thirteen year old boy, one who just so happened to get a rude wake-up call from all of his misguided confidence of youth.]
.. it sucks.
[Well, he'll allow himself that, at least-- there's no denying that the situation is anything but crappy.]