[ what an awfully nice thing for ren to say—up until the last part, at least. ]
Pbbbt— [ ryuji spits out his coffee, overdramatic. there goes all that hard work to brew it... ] Wh-what the hell! You wanna get roughed up again, or what!?
[ don't think he's forgotten that old dig at him! haven't they been friends for long enough to let that go? he's such a clown, such a joker, ryuji kind of wants to slam his face into the kotatsu.
or kiss it, since that's still going on. he can't decide which he wants more. ]
[ wow. when he puts it that way, there's no flames to fan—they sputter and die at the drop of a hat. ]
Man, if you're gonna be like that it totally kills the vibe...
[ ryuji's a lot less interested in tearing him apart now, more interested in tearing into what little's left of his food. this area was piled high just a second ago, and it's already been demolished.
if this is how breakfast is going to go, what does the rest of the day look like for them? ]
[ something like that. it's one thing to (playfully) egg him on into some mild violence, but the thought of doing it deliberately doesn't sit right with ryuji. thankfully it's easy to shake off and look past how much of a glutton for punishment ren is—especially when there's more food to distract them. ]
Huh? How'd you hide all that under there?
[ it's time to take a peek for himself. what else have ren and his magic kotatsu smuggled up here? ]
[Ryuji would be slightly disappointed to find a insulated heating case carrying the food.
Ren peeks as well so Ryuji can see him from the other side. It looks...a lot more fantastical from inside. Everything that was built to make it work and some bright lights.]
[ that's less exciting, but still impressive! there's something about their brief-but-prolonged eye contact, however, that makes ryuji flash his too-large teeth and quickly dart back up.
this is fine. he's totally fine! ]
I never was good at any of those... [ a thought strikes him then, out of the blue: ] Hey, you didn't bring that as a party favor, didja?
[ for someone who just admitted he's awful at the game, suddenly he'd love nothing more than to clobber ren silly again—with the help of some tetrominos. ]
[Totally fine, huh. It's not like Ren kept that gaze for as long as possible either! That would be silly.]
No I did not...[Although that could be fun.] We could go to an arcade afterwards, if you'd like. I think they call it Tetris here? Or it looked close enough to it...
[As fun as bringing a table and a game system here, Ren wasn't sure if the table would be able to provide all the power to make it work.]
Who calls it that!? I still can't get over how backwards and screwy this place is...
[ screwy in more ways than one. ryuji huffs, sitting back, all his weight planted on on his forearms, his bent elbows. ]
I dunno... [ he's thinking; yusuke did give him something earlier, but is now really the time to use it, to spring it on ren? maybe not. ] I kinda figured I'd just hang out with you guys. Y'know, like old times.
[ as if it hadn't only been a few months since everyone in the phantoms went their separate ways. then again, for ren, especially with everyone coming and going at random, it must feel like a lot longer. ]
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[ what an awfully nice thing for ren to say—up until the last part, at least. ]
Pbbbt— [ ryuji spits out his coffee, overdramatic. there goes all that hard work to brew it... ] Wh-what the hell! You wanna get roughed up again, or what!?
[ don't think he's forgotten that old dig at him! haven't they been friends for long enough to let that go? he's such a clown, such a joker, ryuji kind of wants to slam his face into the kotatsu.
or kiss it, since that's still going on. he can't decide which he wants more. ]
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Is that a promise or a threat?
[He does like to live dangerously.]
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[ wow. when he puts it that way, there's no flames to fan—they sputter and die at the drop of a hat. ]
Man, if you're gonna be like that it totally kills the vibe...
[ ryuji's a lot less interested in tearing him apart now, more interested in tearing into what little's left of his food. this area was piled high just a second ago, and it's already been demolished.
if this is how breakfast is going to go, what does the rest of the day look like for them? ]
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Oh? [Was it the mention of it being a threat? Maybe...regardless, he pulls out from under the kokatsu, some bento-like boxes.]
More?
[He's a Cordis. He's learned to make larger meals.]
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[ something like that. it's one thing to (playfully) egg him on into some mild violence, but the thought of doing it deliberately doesn't sit right with ryuji. thankfully it's easy to shake off and look past how much of a glutton for punishment ren is—especially when there's more food to distract them. ]
Huh? How'd you hide all that under there?
[ it's time to take a peek for himself. what else have ren and his magic kotatsu smuggled up here? ]
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Ren peeks as well so Ryuji can see him from the other side. It looks...a lot more fantastical from inside. Everything that was built to make it work and some bright lights.]
It's like playing Tetriod with food.
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[ that's less exciting, but still impressive! there's something about their brief-but-prolonged eye contact, however, that makes ryuji flash his too-large teeth and quickly dart back up.
this is fine. he's totally fine! ]
I never was good at any of those... [ a thought strikes him then, out of the blue: ] Hey, you didn't bring that as a party favor, didja?
[ for someone who just admitted he's awful at the game, suddenly he'd love nothing more than to clobber ren silly again—with the help of some tetrominos. ]
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No I did not...[Although that could be fun.] We could go to an arcade afterwards, if you'd like. I think they call it Tetris here? Or it looked close enough to it...
[As fun as bringing a table and a game system here, Ren wasn't sure if the table would be able to provide all the power to make it work.]
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Who calls it that!? I still can't get over how backwards and screwy this place is...
[ screwy in more ways than one. ryuji huffs, sitting back, all his weight planted on on his forearms, his bent elbows. ]
I dunno... [ he's thinking; yusuke did give him something earlier, but is now really the time to use it, to spring it on ren? maybe not. ] I kinda figured I'd just hang out with you guys. Y'know, like old times.
[ as if it hadn't only been a few months since everyone in the phantoms went their separate ways. then again, for ren, especially with everyone coming and going at random, it must feel like a lot longer. ]