[one moment, Rin is grabbing after crabs, and the next time he looks at the other guy, the red in his eyes and claws are gone. o...kay. okay]

[is this one of those times when you don't point out a person's faults...?]

[nah, fuck that]

Do you usually sprout spikes like a puffer fish when you're startled...? The base is pretty close quarters, so that's something I'd want to know.

[he looks up from crab wrangling again (pinching at the back of them and flipping them in the bucket with a rather practiced air), and he's -- about to collide with this guy for the sixth time in as many minutes. whoah, whoah. reaches out and steadies Scott by the shoulder, before he can bump into him again]

Whoah -- geez, careful. No contact sports in the kitchen, alright?