(No, it's decidedly not her fault. He'd remember that hair if it'd come anywhere near the vines.)

"Fuckin' stupid is what it was." Shinji sighs and flops down on one of the couches, next to a snoozing white dog. (He's not as tired as he expected to be, after shoving a goddamn boulder up a hill... but he can think on that later.) "Could they be a little less thematically pissed off?"