[He needs to start praying to rock and roll is what you're saying?
Punch taken, he shakes his head at Akira to designate that no, no Akira has never lied to Ryuji about anything, and it's something that he can always count on.
But the second he's unzipped in a metagorical type of way, he breathes in deeply into his lungs.]
WHAT UP RECLAIMERS, WE'RE PHANTOM THIEVES!
[Totally unnecessary, sure, but Akira's about to get an arm around his shoulder and a gaudy, dumb sprig of laughter to accompany that invasion of the personal bubble.
Stop... him?
No, he's going to encourage him.]
If you can finish the plate in under 30 minutes, it's free! I'm not... taste testing that, by the way. You're gonna have to figure that one out on your own. Look, dude, I'd support you 100% as much as I can. Hell, I'd even get in one of those oversized mascot suits and hold up a sign sayin' "Yo! Come grab a bite a Perkatory!" or whatever you end up namin' it, but. Spicy food does a number on my stomach and I wanna live to see another day.
Or at least another day not spent on the toilet crying.
[ RYUUjiII. Did you have to do that right in his ear?! Akira draws his shoulders up as he inwardly withdraws, but it's fine. The Phantom Thieves are just name around here... And it's nice to see Ryuji is still himself despite all that has happened to him.
His friend may stay draped over his shoulder, too. It'll prompt a gentle but playful elbow as he smiles from ear to ear. ]
Got it.
[ He'll spare him. ]
So you'll just wear the mascot costume when I figure that out.
[If Akira's not deaf from all the time he's already spent with Ryuji, it's not happening any time soon. He rambunctiously laughs about the entire thing, raising a finger up to poke at his cheek.
Somewhere, off in the distance, the both of them can hear, albeit faintly: No one cares!!!!.
God bless that dude. Whoever it was.]
Yeah, dude, just make sure it's a cool mascot, and not, like, a giant purple dinosaur. I mean... well, okay, if that's what you really wanted, I guess I could, but... uh, spare me some dignity, cool?
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Punch taken, he shakes his head at Akira to designate that no, no Akira has never lied to Ryuji about anything, and it's something that he can always count on.
But the second he's unzipped in a metagorical type of way, he breathes in deeply into his lungs.]
WHAT UP RECLAIMERS, WE'RE PHANTOM THIEVES!
[Totally unnecessary, sure, but Akira's about to get an arm around his shoulder and a gaudy, dumb sprig of laughter to accompany that invasion of the personal bubble.
Stop... him?
No, he's going to encourage him.]
If you can finish the plate in under 30 minutes, it's free! I'm not... taste testing that, by the way. You're gonna have to figure that one out on your own. Look, dude, I'd support you 100% as much as I can. Hell, I'd even get in one of those oversized mascot suits and hold up a sign sayin' "Yo! Come grab a bite a Perkatory!" or whatever you end up namin' it, but. Spicy food does a number on my stomach and I wanna live to see another day.
Or at least another day not spent on the toilet crying.
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His friend may stay draped over his shoulder, too. It'll prompt a gentle but playful elbow as he smiles from ear to ear. ]
Got it.
[ He'll spare him. ]
So you'll just wear the mascot costume when I figure that out.
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Somewhere, off in the distance, the both of them can hear, albeit faintly: No one cares!!!!.
God bless that dude. Whoever it was.]
Yeah, dude, just make sure it's a cool mascot, and not, like, a giant purple dinosaur. I mean... well, okay, if that's what you really wanted, I guess I could, but... uh, spare me some dignity, cool?