[And you know what's totally non-discreet and noticeable? A damned earthquake coming from the garage, suddenly jolting the building and knocking down shelves and belongings and ending with the crashing and tinkling of glass from the tiles of the kitchen, skittering and ringing and finally dying out. He'd tumbled to the floor at the shock, managing to catch himself on his arms and roll out of the way of some objects falling from a bookshelf downstairs, holding out until it's over just seconds later--
And immediately pushes himself up on his hands, shouting out at the direction of the garage:]
Hiro what the hell did yo--
[And in trying to get up, Shinjiro fumbles over his own too-long, tangling jeans, hits the floor again, and sits up. In bewilderment, he pulls a hand in front of himself, staring at the shorter, smaller fingers than he's used to.
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And immediately pushes himself up on his hands, shouting out at the direction of the garage:]
Hiro what the hell did yo--
[And in trying to get up, Shinjiro fumbles over his own too-long, tangling jeans, hits the floor again, and sits up. In bewilderment, he pulls a hand in front of himself, staring at the shorter, smaller fingers than he's used to.
Hiro. Hiro. What the hell did you do?!]