[Oooh boy, the paranoid edge of his trip is getting thrown into overdrive and his stupid brain is telling him he should be worried about this for some reason, but can't actually articulate what. Some unlabeled light on the switchboard of his brain is blinking and he doesn't know what to do about it.
Just like any other check engine light, Sharky does his absolute best to avoid thinking about it. Just scrubs at the back of his head (to reassure himself that his hair is still cut, that he didn't just imagine all of this up to deal with being Nothing), and offers a lopsided smile. Not particularly big or excited, but they can both play pretend that things are cool for five seconds.]
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Just like any other check engine light, Sharky does his absolute best to avoid thinking about it. Just scrubs at the back of his head (to reassure himself that his hair is still cut, that he didn't just imagine all of this up to deal with being Nothing), and offers a lopsided smile. Not particularly big or excited, but they can both play pretend that things are cool for five seconds.]
I'm... cool with whatever, man. I'm just... [vague shrug] Y'know. Floatin'.