but only because: he's flung his device off to parts unknown again, and proceeded to tear through the tiny closet in his room...and the hallway...and the rest of the apartment at large. ryuji's roommate's going to have a field day scolding him as soon as she gets back from her training.
until then, it's the last anyone will hear from him for a while. ]
[He texts to warn of his arrival, although the sudden and enduring silence on Ryuji's end is concerning. What, exactly, is he doing?
He hurries to Ryuji's apartment and knocks, tone urgent. Well, the door hasn't been torn down yet and the windows all seem to be intact, which is a start.]
[ what, indeed? there were attempts made...to put more clothing than just his underwear, in theory. in practice, ryuji's flung everything every which way, and the single shirt he's wearing is shredded and torn beyond repair. it's neither the worst fashion statement he's ever attempted to make, nor a deliberate one, but he's clearly given up on achieving anything more.
he doesn't answer right away. when he does, it's with an overdramatic slam of the door, and a...brick of dry noodled wedged between his fangs? he crunches down on it noisily, his eyes wild. somehow this seems like a fitting breakfast for the birthday boy, but at the same time... ]
WHO THE HELL INVITED YOU?!
[ yusuke. yusuke did. it's like he's already forgotten this conversation and moved on, completely hogging the doorframe. he's the picture of a complete feral child, clawtips digging into the building material. ]
[What a mess. Here Ryuji was on his birthday, behaving like this, and now Yusuke has to find a way to calm him down before the others also see him in this sorry state. Still, he barely even flinches, as if he'd expected this... if not worse.]
I did. I've come to moonlace with you as we discussed, so please let me in.
[How does Yoshizawa even live with this? He has no idea.]
[ this isn't a compliment, ryuji. he doesn't know any better, puffing up to his full height, which...still isn't impressive, if he still has to look up to yusuke. damn it. ]
... [ ... ] ... [ he squints down at yusuke's hand, uncomprehending. who needs chroma? he's got plenty! even after yesterday's preemptive shopping spree, he's richer than he's ever been. who does this guy think he is? ] WOW, GET YOUR OWN RAMEN TOO, THIS SHIT'S MINE.
[ ryuji is: partially calm. loud, but calm. progress is progress, no matter how small. ]
[He sets his hands on Ryuji's shoulders to try and steer him in while he's feeling more agreeable. There's really no need to shout so the whole neighbourhood can hear, buddy.]
[ he'll shout if he wants to! he'll leave his friends behind! ]
THE HELL, YOU THINK YOU CAN JUST COME IN HERE AND BOSS ME AROUND!?
[ ryuji stands firm. after days with no human contact, it's not unpleasant, if he's being honest, but it doesn't mean it's what he's wanting, either. or so he'll tell himself. ]
[He stops pushing him, at least, but he doesn't drop his hands from his shoulders. You're getting some calming moonlacing whether you like it or not, buddy.]
No, I don't. I'm merely trying to assist you. What do you want to do, Ryuji?
[Well, he's making less progress on this than he expected, but Ryuji isn't outright attacking him, either, for all that he seems to want to. Maybe he should change tack and try something a little different.]
My apologies, but please allow me to be forward for a moment. [He moves to put his arms around Ryuji and pull him into a hug. Maybe this will be enough to get him to settle down.]
[ oh. okay. this is happening. they can still do these things?
they've done way more than this, but it disarms ryuji all the same. he doesn't really move, but he slumps in place, and it isn't long until his head's on the other's shoulder, flustered. here he'd thought their affections were at an end... ]
...dude. [ what does he say to this, as easily overwhelmed as he is? ] This better not be your gift...
[Yusuke is lightly teasing, patting him on the back. This level of intimacy alone would have been unimaginable back home in most circumstances, but here, the uses for moonlacing make all sorts of casual touches worthwhile. That Ryuji relaxes is proof enough for him.]
[ who knew they could ever be this close? still, the fact that yusuke smells so different now—the same, but not the same—is the biggest surprise here. it won't stop ryuji from shamelessly snuffling inward, but there's disappointment here, hidden in his concealed frown. everything's changed, and he can't tell how good or bad this is just yet.
underneath his ire, though, he's happy to see a familiar face. ]
Better be worth it, or I'm still gonna knock you into next week.
Continue to threaten me, and I won't give you anything.
[So he says, but there's a small smile on his face as he draws back and reaches into his jacket. He produces a handmade card, depicting a traditional-style golden dragon above a stormy ocean, which according to the signature, Yusuke painted himself. And inside the card is... some kind of ticket?]
It is a day pass for the largest arcade in PrismaPlace, or so I have been informed. [Yusuke is an old man who knows literally nothing about this stuff, he just knows Ryuji likes it.] For one day of your choosing, it will admit you and one other person from opening until closing hours.
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Yes, very much so.
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Are you lyin' to me! I can't tell when you lie anymore!!
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[ SKU11CAPTAIN is typing... ]
Goddammit, Yusuke,
yellin' at you's just making me feel bad...
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[A genius recommendation.......]
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...!
[ okay! he might!
but only because: he's flung his device off to parts unknown again, and proceeded to tear through the tiny closet in his room...and the hallway...and the rest of the apartment at large. ryuji's roommate's going to have a field day scolding him as soon as she gets back from her training.
until then, it's the last anyone will hear from him for a while. ]
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[He texts to warn of his arrival, although the sudden and enduring silence on Ryuji's end is concerning. What, exactly, is he doing?
He hurries to Ryuji's apartment and knocks, tone urgent. Well, the door hasn't been torn down yet and the windows all seem to be intact, which is a start.]
Ryuji? It's me.
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[ what, indeed? there were attempts made...to put more clothing than just his underwear, in theory. in practice, ryuji's flung everything every which way, and the single shirt he's wearing is shredded and torn beyond repair. it's neither the worst fashion statement he's ever attempted to make, nor a deliberate one, but he's clearly given up on achieving anything more.
he doesn't answer right away. when he does, it's with an overdramatic slam of the door, and a...brick of dry noodled wedged between his fangs? he crunches down on it noisily, his eyes wild. somehow this seems like a fitting breakfast for the birthday boy, but at the same time... ]
WHO THE HELL INVITED YOU?!
[ yusuke. yusuke did. it's like he's already forgotten this conversation and moved on, completely hogging the doorframe. he's the picture of a complete feral child, clawtips digging into the building material. ]
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I did. I've come to moonlace with you as we discussed, so please let me in.
[How does Yoshizawa even live with this? He has no idea.]
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[ crunch. ] PISS OFF! TIE YOUR OWN MOONLACES!
[ crumbs of dry noodles are getting everywhere. to be fair, this is a step up from being outright hostile, though not very. ]
YOU GONNA BULLY ME ON MY GODDAMN BIRTHDAY TOO?!
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[Still, he bites back an argumentative retort that will surely only stoke the flames of Ryuji's temper, and instead, offers his hand to Ryuji.]
I'm offering to help you, as you're surely in need of Chroma.
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HELL YEAH I'M CHARMING...!
[ this isn't a compliment, ryuji. he doesn't know any better, puffing up to his full height, which...still isn't impressive, if he still has to look up to yusuke. damn it. ]
... [ ... ] ... [ he squints down at yusuke's hand, uncomprehending. who needs chroma? he's got plenty! even after yesterday's preemptive shopping spree, he's richer than he's ever been. who does this guy think he is? ] WOW, GET YOUR OWN RAMEN TOO, THIS SHIT'S MINE.
[ ryuji is: partially calm. loud, but calm. progress is progress, no matter how small. ]
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[He sets his hands on Ryuji's shoulders to try and steer him in while he's feeling more agreeable. There's really no need to shout so the whole neighbourhood can hear, buddy.]
Let's go inside, shall we?
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[ he'll shout if he wants to! he'll leave his friends behind! ]
THE HELL, YOU THINK YOU CAN JUST COME IN HERE AND BOSS ME AROUND!?
[ ryuji stands firm. after days with no human contact, it's not unpleasant, if he's being honest, but it doesn't mean it's what he's wanting, either. or so he'll tell himself. ]
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No, I don't. I'm merely trying to assist you. What do you want to do, Ryuji?
[Hint: 'fight' is not the correct answer.]
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[ isn't it, though? ]
I wanna kick your ASS, you stupid—...
[ anyone will do! he growls, pushing forward, the unstoppable force against an immovable object. ]
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[Immovable object indeed.] Surely you'd rather spend your birthday on festivities rather than conflict.
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[ this prompts a blank, vacant stare out of ryuji. his canines stick out of his mouth, even when it's stunned shut. ]
Ain't fighting... [ he trails off. open, shut. ] Festive?
[ is it not? it sounded like a great time just a second ago. ]
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[Well, he's making less progress on this than he expected, but Ryuji isn't outright attacking him, either, for all that he seems to want to. Maybe he should change tack and try something a little different.]
My apologies, but please allow me to be forward for a moment. [He moves to put his arms around Ryuji and pull him into a hug. Maybe this will be enough to get him to settle down.]
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...?!
[ oh. okay. this is happening. they can still do these things?
they've done way more than this, but it disarms ryuji all the same. he doesn't really move, but he slumps in place, and it isn't long until his head's on the other's shoulder, flustered. here he'd thought their affections were at an end... ]
...dude. [ what does he say to this, as easily overwhelmed as he is? ] This better not be your gift...
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[Yusuke is lightly teasing, patting him on the back. This level of intimacy alone would have been unimaginable back home in most circumstances, but here, the uses for moonlacing make all sorts of casual touches worthwhile. That Ryuji relaxes is proof enough for him.]
I do have something else for you, however.
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S-stop puttin' words in my mouth...
[ who knew they could ever be this close? still, the fact that yusuke smells so different now—the same, but not the same—is the biggest surprise here. it won't stop ryuji from shamelessly snuffling inward, but there's disappointment here, hidden in his concealed frown. everything's changed, and he can't tell how good or bad this is just yet.
underneath his ire, though, he's happy to see a familiar face. ]
Better be worth it, or I'm still gonna knock you into next week.
[ he wouldn't.
he might. ]
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[So he says, but there's a small smile on his face as he draws back and reaches into his jacket. He produces a handmade card, depicting a traditional-style golden dragon above a stormy ocean, which according to the signature, Yusuke painted himself. And inside the card is... some kind of ticket?]
It is a day pass for the largest arcade in PrismaPlace, or so I have been informed. [Yusuke is an old man who knows literally nothing about this stuff, he just knows Ryuji likes it.] For one day of your choosing, it will admit you and one other person from opening until closing hours.
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