(feels the hand on his shoulder. looks at the hand on his shoulder. wonders why it's there, why he's squeezing him, why gladio feels the need to touch him, and tries to gauge the threat level with a look that seems to scream "unaccustomed to this". suigetsu, instinctual by design, drops his shoulder low and out from under the hand with a fighter's grace, slamming the tip of the pen into the desk behind gladio.

then removes his hand, unveiling just how deep the pen is digging in and staying there for the next person to happen upon, and removes himself with a sidestep and a walk off down the hall.)

Just what are you talking about? Spelling lessons, or something else? 'Cause your innuendo's falling pretty short, there. (his favourite is exhibit is very hard to place, but if he had to make a conscious choice...) C'mon then, before everything falls asleep. We'll head over to the shark tanks and you can even try to feed one if you want. It's about time for that.

(keeping his pace, but checking over his shoulder repeatedly here and there to make sure gladio is following and listening.)

Sharks have been around longer than humans have, so that alone should tell you how great they are. Kisame-senpai sacrificed his body and got eaten by a bunch of sharks. (who?) I wish I could go out like that, but it's a bit overdramatic.