[Yukimi can feel that grimace spreading. His face has an awful molasses quality to it. If it slides off of him completely and lands in a puddle of sap on the sidewalk, maybe he can finally get some freaking peace in life.

He reminds himself that this kid is most likely not just being a smartass. That much, perhaps, can help Yukimi weather this tribulation.]

There's no gentleman involved, here, just an asshole, and I'm tryin' to say you gotta be able to speak up when an asshole is bein' one at you.

[He shoves his envelopes back underneath the top of his right arm. He's resigned himself to the dampness of it all, now, but he is wondering whether coffee or beer has a better chance of fixing things.]

'Sides, some people deserve to get bit. Metaphorically. Or, idiomatically. Or, I dunno anymore, I'm just sayin'.