[ and before ryuji can think better of it, running his big old sanguis mouth: ]
We talk about it, too, it's whatever...
[ to distract himself he crunches down on the last bits of ramen he's still holding onto. it's become a lot less interesting to him, but he may as well finish it if he's devoured this much of it in one go. ]
[ great! this space is still all ryuji's, anyway. no one else's! ]
Not like you haven't peeked in on all our talkin'. [ from both points of view, at that. if ryuji were more in his right mind he'd worry about the potential advantages yusuke could hold over him... ] So yeah, it's whatever!
[ whatever, it's complex! it's not like he hasn't tried to help ren any, but at the same time, knowing what he knows now leaves it all the more bittersweet. ryuji chews and chews, and he thinks... ]
Shit, fine, I'll think about it...!
[ someday. maybe. not right now. strange how this leaves ryuji all the more lucid, and he spends a long moment continuing to think, flicking crumbs off of himself. this nastiness has only just begun, but: ]
So you just gonna stand there, or...
[ does yusuke have time? even if he doesn't, the guy deserves something for his trouble. ryuji heavily trudges back inside nonetheless, the door left wide open. ]
[ ah, kasumi...she's been the furthest thing from ryuji's mind during his little temper tantrum. the poor girl puts up with a lot, and she deserves better, less volatile roommates than him, though he's never heard her complain once. incredible, really. ]
I-it ain't that bad, is it...?
[ it's bad, though only slightly. ryuji absent-mindedly scratches at his belly and slumps where he stands. at the time it didn't seem like that much of a mess, but now that there's a second opinion on board here... ]
Ugh, fine...
[ he'll drag his feet while he does it, though, picking up this and that. lame... ]
She says she's a first-year, but none of us ever heard of her.
[ funny how this is the first time ryuji's ever brought it up...has ren not said anything to anyone, either? he didn't think it was between the three of them, but maybe he's wrong. the mystery dampens his potential ire that much more, and he scratches at the back of his neck. ]
Ren, Ann, and even Haru'd tell you the same thing...I thought it was 'cause of those different timelines or whatever.
[Finishing sweeping up, he moves to empty the pan.]
She seemed to know me as well, and at first I assumed I'd merely forgotten her... [He is pretty absent-minded, honestly,] But she seems to hold memories of me that I myself do not recall. So perhaps you are right, and differing timelines are indeed the issue.
I dunno what else'd be...anything's possible, I guess.
[ walking past one of the apartment's little alcoves, ryuji leans his weight on the edge of it, and frowns. ]
...hey, sorry for, uh...makin' you come over and clean up like this...
[ it's no way to kick off a birthday, and nothing to put one of his friends through. now that his senses are back for the moment, he feels kind of bad about it all. ]
[ there's a wisecrack on the tip of his tongue about hiring yusuke as a full-time maid, if he wants to do this so badly. maybe there's some lingering ren-ness left in him from a few days prior. ryuji physically shakes it off, moving on to turn a chair right-side-up, fix the table covering... ]
'course, I'd do anything for y—
[ whoops. too overly familiar; ryuji snaps his mouth shut, righting another chair. calm down, dumbass, we're the same as we ever were...! ]
Anything for a buddy, eheh.
[ right. buddies. just a slip of his tongue, there, and a slide of some trash with his foot into the side closet, there. he'll throw it out later, no one has to know. ]
[ he's been caught red-handed, but it doesn't appear to particularly bother yusuke, so it's...okay? everything is okay?
ryuji, for his part, isn't backpedaling or flipping out over it. he does, however, step right over the glass (when did that happen), and swoops down to snatch it up along the way, bare-handed and relatively nonchalant. if anything slices him, he pays it no mind when he's dumping it all into the garbage. ]
's force of habit, my bad...
[ after spending most of the week being sweet on yusuke, it feels weird not to be. this, however, is the way things truly are, and it'll be easier in time.
oh, his palm's bleeding...it's easy as well to lap this up with his tongue like it's nothing and wrinkle his nose. not the tasted he wanted when it's his own, but he'll take it. ]
[Apparently the warning is completely unheeded, as he watches Ryuji handle the glass shards and inevitably cut himself. The lapping tongue is a little distracting, if only because he's more familiar with it than he used to be only a matter of weeks ago, but he forces himself to focus.] Here-- let me see that.
[He's already taking Ryuji by the wrist to examine the cut, then guiding him over to the sink to run it under cold water.]
What were you thinking, picking it up with your bare hands?
[ what's yusuke so worried about? it's just a little blood, no big deal. why bother waiting and bending and bumbling about to gather every last piece with a bristly broom when you can grab it instead? ]
Huh? What's the big deal?
[ ryuji's ready to lick it up again when he's being lead to the sink, and although he complies, he grunts in confusion, squinting at yusuke. ]
's just blood, it don't matter. Might as well get it out of the way before someone steps on the stuff...
[ if anything, he's taken one for the team here. his good deed for the month. ]
Ridiculous. At least use gloves if you must insist on using your hands.
[Did Sanguis make him dumber or was he always like this... Unclear. When Yusuke is satisfied the wound is clean and the worst of the bleeding has stopped, he carefully dries it.
Then, after a second's hesitation, he brings Ryuji's hand to his lips to kiss it. It'll heal faster this way, after all.]
[ a little from columns a and b—ryuji's not impervious to pain by any means, but it's like him to be reckless, and doubly so when the moon's in its strongest phase. in any case, he still can't see the cause for alarm. a few shards of glass aren't going to kill him, he's suffered way worse than this! ]
What're you talking about, that ain't worth it...
[ nor are yusuke's...lips? it's sound logic, with how the power of moonlacing works, and he'll thank him later for it, to be sure. in the meantime he's all the more confused, trying not to look at it, gaze swerving off to one side.
it's not as if this is the most intimate thing they've ever done, or anything... ]
[Is it a little excessive? Perhaps, but he's trying to stop Ryuji being a whirlwind of destruction, not encourage it. He lowers Ryuji's hand and examines it again, noticing the bleeding has stopped altogether.]
You're fine now. There's no need to hurt yourself when it's easily avoidable.
[He knows Ryuji has handled worse, but this is tidying his apartment, of all things, not fighting Shadows in the Metaverse.]
[ excessive or not, it's a gesture that's turning ryuji's cheeks a light pink the longer that it sets in. he'd think most people, abilities aside, would toss a bandage at him and he done with it. ]
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[ ryuji's more than willing to let basically all of that go until the last part, because yusuke's set him up, obviously... ]
Missed who? I see that clown all the time!
[ once a week, at least! moving out of his temporary cafe room doesn't mean he never drops by! and unannounced, to boot! ]
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[It might not be quite as extreme as the way he misses Morgana, but the cat is a special case.]
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No duh, I've seen that...
[ and before ryuji can think better of it, running his big old sanguis mouth: ]
We talk about it, too, it's whatever...
[ to distract himself he crunches down on the last bits of ramen he's still holding onto. it's become a lot less interesting to him, but he may as well finish it if he's devoured this much of it in one go. ]
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[He'll just... make a face and step back while he finishes cronching on that ramen. u nasty]
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[ great! this space is still all ryuji's, anyway. no one else's! ]
Not like you haven't peeked in on all our talkin'. [ from both points of view, at that. if ryuji were more in his right mind he'd worry about the potential advantages yusuke could hold over him... ] So yeah, it's whatever!
[ whatever, it's complex! it's not like he hasn't tried to help ren any, but at the same time, knowing what he knows now leaves it all the more bittersweet. ryuji chews and chews, and he thinks... ]
Shit, fine, I'll think about it...!
[ someday. maybe. not right now. strange how this leaves ryuji all the more lucid, and he spends a long moment continuing to think, flicking crumbs off of himself. this nastiness has only just begun, but: ]
So you just gonna stand there, or...
[ does yusuke have time? even if he doesn't, the guy deserves something for his trouble. ryuji heavily trudges back inside nonetheless, the door left wide open. ]
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[Who knows what devastation awaits within, but he'll head inside anyway, removing his shoes at the door.]
I don't mind waiting while you, ah, make yourself decent.
[Since Ryuji is still in his underwear and all. Not that he seems to care.]
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Eh?
[ ryuji stops and looks down at himself. yeah, okay. everything's a little tattered, but... ]
This is decent!
[ it could be worse; he could not wear anything at all, as overheated as he is. this is a step up from how the day began. ]
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[It's nothing Yusuke hasn't seen before already anyway, and not a bad sight at that, so he won't complain.]
At least allow me to help you tidy up. For Yoshizawa-san, if not for yourself.
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[ ah, kasumi...she's been the furthest thing from ryuji's mind during his little temper tantrum. the poor girl puts up with a lot, and she deserves better, less volatile roommates than him, though he's never heard her complain once. incredible, really. ]
I-it ain't that bad, is it...?
[ it's bad, though only slightly. ryuji absent-mindedly scratches at his belly and slumps where he stands. at the time it didn't seem like that much of a mess, but now that there's a second opinion on board here... ]
Ugh, fine...
[ he'll drag his feet while he does it, though, picking up this and that. lame... ]
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[Yusuke will go searching for a broom to sweep up all the nasty dried ramen pieces and... whatever else is strewn all over the floor. Thanks, Ryuji.]
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Man, I couldn't tell ya...she says Ren helped her out of a jam or somethin', and she's all senpai this and Sakamoto that...
[ he raises his voice in the world's worst falsetto and hands yusuke a pan, to boot. see, ryuji's thinking of you! sort of! ]
Never saw her before in my life, but I'd feel bad if I kept pointing it out to her.
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How could you never see her if you attend the same school? That ribbon she wears is quite distinctive.
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She says she's a first-year, but none of us ever heard of her.
[ funny how this is the first time ryuji's ever brought it up...has ren not said anything to anyone, either? he didn't think it was between the three of them, but maybe he's wrong. the mystery dampens his potential ire that much more, and he scratches at the back of his neck. ]
Ren, Ann, and even Haru'd tell you the same thing...I thought it was 'cause of those different timelines or whatever.
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She seemed to know me as well, and at first I assumed I'd merely forgotten her... [He is pretty absent-minded, honestly,] But she seems to hold memories of me that I myself do not recall. So perhaps you are right, and differing timelines are indeed the issue.
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I dunno what else'd be...anything's possible, I guess.
[ walking past one of the apartment's little alcoves, ryuji leans his weight on the edge of it, and frowns. ]
...hey, sorry for, uh...makin' you come over and clean up like this...
[ it's no way to kick off a birthday, and nothing to put one of his friends through. now that his senses are back for the moment, he feels kind of bad about it all. ]
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[He glances to Ryuji as he finishes tidying. It's... another birthday present? Sort of?]
I'm certain you'd do the same for me if our situations were reversed, at any rate.
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For real? Whatever you say, man...
[ there's a wisecrack on the tip of his tongue about hiring yusuke as a full-time maid, if he wants to do this so badly. maybe there's some lingering ren-ness left in him from a few days prior. ryuji physically shakes it off, moving on to turn a chair right-side-up, fix the table covering... ]
'course, I'd do anything for y—
[ whoops. too overly familiar; ryuji snaps his mouth shut, righting another chair. calm down, dumbass, we're the same as we ever were...! ]
Anything for a buddy, eheh.
[ right. buddies. just a slip of his tongue, there, and a slide of some trash with his foot into the side closet, there. he'll throw it out later, no one has to know. ]
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[Yusuke teases him lightly with a smile, moving over to the kitchen space. He pauses and stops short when he nearly steps on broken glass, yikes.]
Oh-- be careful if you come this way. [Time to sweep this mess up too.]
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[ he's been caught red-handed, but it doesn't appear to particularly bother yusuke, so it's...okay? everything is okay?
ryuji, for his part, isn't backpedaling or flipping out over it. he does, however, step right over the glass (when did that happen), and swoops down to snatch it up along the way, bare-handed and relatively nonchalant. if anything slices him, he pays it no mind when he's dumping it all into the garbage. ]
's force of habit, my bad...
[ after spending most of the week being sweet on yusuke, it feels weird not to be. this, however, is the way things truly are, and it'll be easier in time.
oh, his palm's bleeding...it's easy as well to lap this up with his tongue like it's nothing and wrinkle his nose. not the tasted he wanted when it's his own, but he'll take it. ]
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[He's already taking Ryuji by the wrist to examine the cut, then guiding him over to the sink to run it under cold water.]
What were you thinking, picking it up with your bare hands?
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[ what's yusuke so worried about? it's just a little blood, no big deal. why bother waiting and bending and bumbling about to gather every last piece with a bristly broom when you can grab it instead? ]
Huh? What's the big deal?
[ ryuji's ready to lick it up again when he's being lead to the sink, and although he complies, he grunts in confusion, squinting at yusuke. ]
's just blood, it don't matter. Might as well get it out of the way before someone steps on the stuff...
[ if anything, he's taken one for the team here. his good deed for the month. ]
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[Did Sanguis make him dumber or was he always like this... Unclear. When Yusuke is satisfied the wound is clean and the worst of the bleeding has stopped, he carefully dries it.
Then, after a second's hesitation, he brings Ryuji's hand to his lips to kiss it. It'll heal faster this way, after all.]
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[ a little from columns a and b—ryuji's not impervious to pain by any means, but it's like him to be reckless, and doubly so when the moon's in its strongest phase. in any case, he still can't see the cause for alarm. a few shards of glass aren't going to kill him, he's suffered way worse than this! ]
What're you talking about, that ain't worth it...
[ nor are yusuke's...lips? it's sound logic, with how the power of moonlacing works, and he'll thank him later for it, to be sure. in the meantime he's all the more confused, trying not to look at it, gaze swerving off to one side.
it's not as if this is the most intimate thing they've ever done, or anything... ]
F-for real!? I'm fine, c'mon...
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You're fine now. There's no need to hurt yourself when it's easily avoidable.
[He knows Ryuji has handled worse, but this is tidying his apartment, of all things, not fighting Shadows in the Metaverse.]
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[ excessive or not, it's a gesture that's turning ryuji's cheeks a light pink the longer that it sets in. he'd think most people, abilities aside, would toss a bandage at him and he done with it. ]
Just tryin' to save a step or two...
[ he's helping! or he thought he was... ]
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