There are chuckles here and there, but they're quickly cut off as the seller slaps Shinjirou again, on his other cheek this time. He's out for blood, and Shinjirou is making it easy to justify further violence.

His hands shoot out, wrapping around Shinjirou's neck and giving it a firm squeeze.

"That's not what you were saying last time," he snarls, face flushed with anger. His grip tightens. Then, abruptly, he's trying to yank Shinjirou away from the bench and slam him onto the floor, right at his feet.