[Shun says nothing, frowning at her – she's going to be the different kind of bothersome customer, isn't she?
He barely manages to refrain from muttering under his breath, he knows from experience that it's best not to encourage people like her. Instead he pushes back to his feet when the bartender calls for him ("Get off your ass, Kurosaki!"), mindful of the ceiling – he's hit his head enough times already to be careful with his height – before he turns to the bar to pick up a tray with drinks.
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He barely manages to refrain from muttering under his breath, he knows from experience that it's best not to encourage people like her. Instead he pushes back to his feet when the bartender calls for him ("Get off your ass, Kurosaki!"), mindful of the ceiling – he's hit his head enough times already to be careful with his height – before he turns to the bar to pick up a tray with drinks.
It's time to earn his keep here anyway.]