[Okay, so. It's a perfectly normal day on the Trench Beach. Helping out the Wakers, by gently tossing some squids back into the sea, or waiting around with others while they found their legs again (literally). No problem, nothing out of the ordinary.]
[Uh.]
[Until that.]
[Until someone is offering a hand out to him, literally, and in that moment, Shiro has a flash of Dad Joke Envy so strong he didn't think it was possible. He's standing there, gaping at Harry for a moment. A long, long moment.]
[And then? And then, Shiro just... loses it. He has to put his hands on his knees, trying to keep himself from curling up like a cooked shrimp, he's laughing so hard. Oh - that feels good. It's nice to be laughing almost too hard to breathe.]
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[Uh.]
[Until that.]
[Until someone is offering a hand out to him, literally, and in that moment, Shiro has a flash of Dad Joke Envy so strong he didn't think it was possible. He's standing there, gaping at Harry for a moment. A long, long moment.]
[And then? And then, Shiro just... loses it. He has to put his hands on his knees, trying to keep himself from curling up like a cooked shrimp, he's laughing so hard. Oh - that feels good. It's nice to be laughing almost too hard to breathe.]
I-I think - I think I'm - already - well armed.