Tokusatsu musebox

Dear Reader,

Do you see this face I'm making? This is my longsuffering face of patience. Shunpei is spinning about the shop like a technicolor child's plaything, thrown and rebounding off of every interesting item or surface that catches his eye.

Far beyond my concerns that he's going to - not might, but going to break at least three fairly irreplaceable items in the next four minutes - are my concerns for my preciously guarded sanctuary of peace, quiet, and donuts.

That's what this place was, before he found us.

Even the lady cop Rinko-chan isn't that bad; I can mostly ignore her when she's being obnoxious, or let Koyomi intimidate her into quietness for a while. But this child...

"If you're going to insist on hanging around the shop," I shout, trying to cut through his excited babbling narration of every single item that's in front of his face, "You're going to need to learn how things are supposed to go around here, so you don't get in the way."

"And so you don't concuss me again. And that starts," I continue, darting one hand out to catch him by the collar and bring him up short, ridiculous sneakers skidding on the floor, "By being QUIET and STILL."

"Like a wizard should be, or something."

I flop down onto the couch, hunting about for my bag of donuts. They were around here somewhere...