[He scowls up at Shinji for a moment, still fairly prickly about his height sabatoging him in such a way, and he's very close to telling him no, he's fine, he can manage this dumb tree himself-- but then he reconsiders. The tanzaku in his hands-- one maple leaf, one cherry blossom-- held very dear wishes for him, and he didn't want to risk them falling off the branches by being crowded with so many others.]
... I can manage.
But... [And a bit of color blooms on his cheeks, embarrassed to be asking as much] If you can bend a couple of the branches a little lower, that would make things a little easier.
....... was that another short joke
... I can manage.
But... [And a bit of color blooms on his cheeks, embarrassed to be asking as much] If you can bend a couple of the branches a little lower, that would make things a little easier.