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[yeah he doesn't even bother texting first, because shitty space spirit Santa stopped by and dropped off two things Dave can actually make use of.]
[the first is the getup he immediately changed into, because thank god, he's not stuck in the jumpsuit 24/7 anymore. it is minus the iShades, though, because he clearly doesn't deserve anything too useful.]
[the other thing he'll get to later. for now, he's just gonna be knocking on the door. you home, Ryuji?]
[the first is the getup he immediately changed into, because thank god, he's not stuck in the jumpsuit 24/7 anymore. it is minus the iShades, though, because he clearly doesn't deserve anything too useful.]
[the other thing he'll get to later. for now, he's just gonna be knocking on the door. you home, Ryuji?]
[Throughout the day, he had noticed that the cupboard in his room was slightly ajar- like the magnet holding it was becoming dull or something, and he'd casually pressed it closed, not thinking... pretty much anything about it. Coming home from the garden, again, it was just ever so slightly opened, yet again, and as he looked around the room, he didn't see Lisa in sight. She was probably out wandering about, usually coming and going with a bored wanderlust that only matched Ryuji's own.
Just in case, he figured he'd check inside to make sure she hadn't found her new habitation, a long string of annoying, stubborn cat bullshit that was bound to drive him nuts eventually. Pulling on the handle, he peeks inside.]
Lisa?
[The contents of which... are wholly dissatisfying and weird, as he pulls out the warm and fuzzy pajamas and lets it unfurl the length. A monkey; rolled up in it are the same pair of ears he had worn back in Destinyland, which serve only to make him even more weary of things he was trying not to actively remember.]
You've gotta be---
[Knock, knock.
Shit? Shit. He needs to hide this. Back into the cupboard it goes as he catches glimpse of another ball of... something or other rolled up in its confines. He doesn't have time for this. Pushing the cupboard closed, hard, he hopes that it'll keep quiet enough until he has the ability to suck that shit out of an airlock, and he goes to answer the door.
Stubbornly, he hears the small creak behind him.
I swear to god.]
H-hey man, what's u--- [Oh, so Dave got a cool outfit and all Ryuji got was pajamas, huh? So that's how it's gonna be, space ghosts?]
Lookin' snazzy.
Just in case, he figured he'd check inside to make sure she hadn't found her new habitation, a long string of annoying, stubborn cat bullshit that was bound to drive him nuts eventually. Pulling on the handle, he peeks inside.]
Lisa?
[The contents of which... are wholly dissatisfying and weird, as he pulls out the warm and fuzzy pajamas and lets it unfurl the length. A monkey; rolled up in it are the same pair of ears he had worn back in Destinyland, which serve only to make him even more weary of things he was trying not to actively remember.]
You've gotta be---
[Knock, knock.
Shit? Shit. He needs to hide this. Back into the cupboard it goes as he catches glimpse of another ball of... something or other rolled up in its confines. He doesn't have time for this. Pushing the cupboard closed, hard, he hopes that it'll keep quiet enough until he has the ability to suck that shit out of an airlock, and he goes to answer the door.
Stubbornly, he hears the small creak behind him.
I swear to god.]
H-hey man, what's u--- [Oh, so Dave got a cool outfit and all Ryuji got was pajamas, huh? So that's how it's gonna be, space ghosts?]
Lookin' snazzy.
Edited 2018-06-20 01:07 (UTC)
[hey, what does Ryuji have against the comfiest pair of jammies on the station? the ears are understandable, at least, but there's nothing better than a good set of snuggly sleepwear. and, it took three years for Dave to fully acknowledge this, but they're also pretty great when they have capes, too. so ... look, the point i'm making here is that Ryuji needs to add a cape to the monkey pajamas.]
[but, uh. anyway.]
Thanks. Wasn't the only thing I found lying around, either.
[there's something in a paper towel in his hands. he pulls it back slightly, awfully carefully, because he seems to think that what he has here is way more valuable than a new set of duds.]
[it's apple slices. he's already meticulously picked out the seeds and left them somewhere safe, so this is pretty much just all snack. and, even though Dave is the type to squirrel away food out of an old habit, the other main reason he stopped by was so he could share. Ryuji did share his Twizzlers, after all. it's only fair that he return the favor, now that he's the one with the windfall.]
[but, uh. anyway.]
Thanks. Wasn't the only thing I found lying around, either.
[there's something in a paper towel in his hands. he pulls it back slightly, awfully carefully, because he seems to think that what he has here is way more valuable than a new set of duds.]
[it's apple slices. he's already meticulously picked out the seeds and left them somewhere safe, so this is pretty much just all snack. and, even though Dave is the type to squirrel away food out of an old habit, the other main reason he stopped by was so he could share. Ryuji did share his Twizzlers, after all. it's only fair that he return the favor, now that he's the one with the windfall.]
[Why in the world would anyone in their right mind give Ryuji a cape? Don't do this Dave, he trips over his own two feet as it is, he doesn't need to become a constant hazard to himself! More than he already is. So maybe if it is a cape, then it ought to be one of those really short, frilly types. The ones that go down to his butt, and look three times as ridiculous, since monkeys are not super heroes.]
[Anyway.
Okay, so call him Curious George for a moment, because his eyebrows narrow downward a bit inquisitively, wondering what the heck is going to be behind the paper towel. He doesn't know what to expect, considering the entire spectrum of what could possibly be under there, but the suspense is short lived.
Apple slices?]
Whoa... where the hell did you get that?
[As soon as he asks that, the answer smacks him in the face- there's no feasible way that Haru's garden could produce fruits like this in such a short period of time. He doesn't need to be a biologist to know that- especially when Ryuji had helped out enough in the place moving dirt around to have a pulse on its current state. So the obvious answer, by occam's razor, would've been... it was gifted to him by the ghosts. Or something like that.]
That looks beautiful.
Okay, so call him Curious George for a moment, because his eyebrows narrow downward a bit inquisitively, wondering what the heck is going to be behind the paper towel. He doesn't know what to expect, considering the entire spectrum of what could possibly be under there, but the suspense is short lived.
Apple slices?]
Whoa... where the hell did you get that?
[As soon as he asks that, the answer smacks him in the face- there's no feasible way that Haru's garden could produce fruits like this in such a short period of time. He doesn't need to be a biologist to know that- especially when Ryuji had helped out enough in the place moving dirt around to have a pulse on its current state. So the obvious answer, by occam's razor, would've been... it was gifted to him by the ghosts. Or something like that.]
That looks beautiful.
[ok Edna, your points on the perils of longer capes have been noted. the half-cape would probably work, though — like the one Dirk's got with his poofy asshole pants prince gear, maybe. and considering people have a penchant for getting tangled in Dave's god-tier cape, maybe it's better that neither of them are wandering around the station in one.]
[also, how could you go and insult Monkey like that? if he isn't a superhero i don't know who is, nor do i want to.]
[also, how could you go and insult Monkey like that? if he isn't a superhero i don't know who is, nor do i want to.]
It was in the sink.
[so ... shenanigans are still happening in the bathroom, because they clearly can never actually escape that fate, but at least it wasn't in the toilet. the ghosts had a fraction of pity on him, considering the other shirt he didn't notice in his room, or the piece of paper he didn't notice taped to his door when he left.]
Here. I already saved the seeds — Haru already said there'd be problems getting them to grow, but if there's even a little chance she could, I'm not gonna lose it.
[go ahead, Ryuji, take a slice. it's honeycrisp, arguably the only acceptable type of apple out there.]
[so ... shenanigans are still happening in the bathroom, because they clearly can never actually escape that fate, but at least it wasn't in the toilet. the ghosts had a fraction of pity on him, considering the other shirt he didn't notice in his room, or the piece of paper he didn't notice taped to his door when he left.]
Here. I already saved the seeds — Haru already said there'd be problems getting them to grow, but if there's even a little chance she could, I'm not gonna lose it.
[go ahead, Ryuji, take a slice. it's honeycrisp, arguably the only acceptable type of apple out there.]
[No, Ryuji, he just said he doesn't want to make a ma-- holy shit]
Gyaaah!!
[He holds up both hands as he recoils, as if to ward off the weird blue flames. It's hard not to yell in surprise when a flaming skull mask suddenly appears on his friend's face!! He'd thought when Ryuji had said the metaverse wasn't available, he wouldn't have to worry about all that weird supernatural stuff.
What the hell has he gotten himself into.]
S-sorry, but that's... what?
[It comes out more weakly than he'd like as he leans forward to check out the mask, examining it like a piece of evidence. It's... real, right? He reaches out to try to touch it, gently, just to confirm that it is present and real.]
Gyaaah!!
[He holds up both hands as he recoils, as if to ward off the weird blue flames. It's hard not to yell in surprise when a flaming skull mask suddenly appears on his friend's face!! He'd thought when Ryuji had said the metaverse wasn't available, he wouldn't have to worry about all that weird supernatural stuff.
What the hell has he gotten himself into.]
S-sorry, but that's... what?
[It comes out more weakly than he'd like as he leans forward to check out the mask, examining it like a piece of evidence. It's... real, right? He reaches out to try to touch it, gently, just to confirm that it is present and real.]
Edited 2018-06-20 15:44 (UTC)
[And in the timeline that's going exactly how everything ought to be, everything in their place, Ryuji's lips part, jaw lowering. He's honored.
This is the best.]
If anyone can grow those seeds into a sapling, it's gonna be Haru. She's got the greenest thumb out there.
[And he stretches a hand forward, encroaching into apple space.]
A...are you sure, man? This is probably the freshest food you're gonna get on this damned place.
[Looks over at Dave, almost asking permission, even though it's already been offered. Twice, sort of.]
This is the best.]
If anyone can grow those seeds into a sapling, it's gonna be Haru. She's got the greenest thumb out there.
[And he stretches a hand forward, encroaching into apple space.]
A...are you sure, man? This is probably the freshest food you're gonna get on this damned place.
[Looks over at Dave, almost asking permission, even though it's already been offered. Twice, sort of.]
Yeah, it's fine. I've been kinda thinking a bit about how to help with the growing food thing anyway, so.
[so, yeah. he isn't really sold on the idea just yet, but that might change once he actually has a taste of this apple. even the most wizened and hardened of time travelers have their weaknesses.]
[so, yeah. he isn't really sold on the idea just yet, but that might change once he actually has a taste of this apple. even the most wizened and hardened of time travelers have their weaknesses.]
[Okay, maybe he should chill with the flashy displays and magic tricks, but it's the only way he knows how to actually make it appear. It's not so much a simple... pull it out of your pocket and attach it to your face kind of deal, here.]
It ain't gonna hurt you, dude.
[There's a sideways smile that he flashes at his friend, still holding it out if he wants to examine it. There's energy inside it that buzzes, linked to Ryuji's own cognitive perception of himself- the source of his own magic powers. Or, rather-]
It's weakened a lot, though. It seems like it's either runnin' out of juice, which doesn't make sense, or there's some sorta threshold limitation placed on it. I dunno, I just know that I can't really do that much with it anymore.
Buuut... it does look kinda cool.
[Ryuji is a little nervous here, too, this is sort of... literally bearing his soul to Hajime. If he thinks it's ugly or stupid or terrifying, then he feels like it's probably going to miss the mark of what it's supposed to symbolize.]
When this all started... I guess I kinda thought that what rebellion really meant was being a pirate. Y'know, sailing the seas, plundering, freedom. All that shit. So my symbol's the skull from the skull and bones flag.
It ain't gonna hurt you, dude.
[There's a sideways smile that he flashes at his friend, still holding it out if he wants to examine it. There's energy inside it that buzzes, linked to Ryuji's own cognitive perception of himself- the source of his own magic powers. Or, rather-]
It's weakened a lot, though. It seems like it's either runnin' out of juice, which doesn't make sense, or there's some sorta threshold limitation placed on it. I dunno, I just know that I can't really do that much with it anymore.
Buuut... it does look kinda cool.
[Ryuji is a little nervous here, too, this is sort of... literally bearing his soul to Hajime. If he thinks it's ugly or stupid or terrifying, then he feels like it's probably going to miss the mark of what it's supposed to symbolize.]
When this all started... I guess I kinda thought that what rebellion really meant was being a pirate. Y'know, sailing the seas, plundering, freedom. All that shit. So my symbol's the skull from the skull and bones flag.
I just didn't expect it, that's all...
[He hums uncertainly, carefully taking the offered mask in both hands to take him up on that offer to examine it. It... sure is buzzing, tingling Hajime's fingers with how unfamiliar it feels.
Briefly, he holds it up a few inches in front of his own face, looking through the eyeholes at his friend as if trying to imagine how Ryuji sees the world. The gesture of bearing his soul really isn't lost on him, the more he explains, and while he might privately think it's kind of weird -- how can he not, seeing something materialize out of thin air -- he knows better than to say so out loud.]
It's... impressive, [he says finally, and he means it, holding the mask back out to return it. His lips curve into a warm smile, and he laughs quietly, nodding again.] Yeah, it's pretty cool. It suits you.
[It's less that the mask itself is cool, but that Ryuji's cool, which makes the mask cool. It works in Hajime's head.]
What about your friends? Haru and the others? They have masks like this, too?
[He hums uncertainly, carefully taking the offered mask in both hands to take him up on that offer to examine it. It... sure is buzzing, tingling Hajime's fingers with how unfamiliar it feels.
Briefly, he holds it up a few inches in front of his own face, looking through the eyeholes at his friend as if trying to imagine how Ryuji sees the world. The gesture of bearing his soul really isn't lost on him, the more he explains, and while he might privately think it's kind of weird -- how can he not, seeing something materialize out of thin air -- he knows better than to say so out loud.]
It's... impressive, [he says finally, and he means it, holding the mask back out to return it. His lips curve into a warm smile, and he laughs quietly, nodding again.] Yeah, it's pretty cool. It suits you.
[It's less that the mask itself is cool, but that Ryuji's cool, which makes the mask cool. It works in Hajime's head.]
What about your friends? Haru and the others? They have masks like this, too?
[It doesn't strike him right away to realize that he's implying the usage of time alteration here; for a moment, he thinks Dave is just going to join Haru in the pursuit of precisely timed watering, pruning, caring, and harvesting. He's seen Dave use his powers to stop time, but it had looked more like a teleportation than anything that could alter the fabric of the flow of events. And as useful as it was, and how much it really helped Ryuji out of a bind, it still felt weird to know that he could be there one minute and then completely gone the next.
Kind of like the apple slice that Ryuji reaches out for and takes from its paper towel binding. The residue of its abundantly sweet sheen makes its way to his thumb and forefinger. He really couldn't believe that he was holding a piece of an apple in his hand, in the middle of a dead, void stretch of space.
It's crazy how easy it is to take for granted the easy shit in life. Apples, like ramen and twizzlers, were abundant in grocery stores, cheap and plentiful by the dozen-fold, but a wondrous rarity out here.]
You can kinda smell it. Not that artificial synthetic crap, but the real stuff. [He has to try and not shove the entire thing into his mouth. He nearly inhaled the first package of toilet shin ramyun that he had made, and regretted it so deeply. So he takes a bite, quarter of the way down.]
Mnn... awgod-- [And swallows.] Shit! That's so sweet! Dude... you gotta have some!
Kind of like the apple slice that Ryuji reaches out for and takes from its paper towel binding. The residue of its abundantly sweet sheen makes its way to his thumb and forefinger. He really couldn't believe that he was holding a piece of an apple in his hand, in the middle of a dead, void stretch of space.
It's crazy how easy it is to take for granted the easy shit in life. Apples, like ramen and twizzlers, were abundant in grocery stores, cheap and plentiful by the dozen-fold, but a wondrous rarity out here.]
You can kinda smell it. Not that artificial synthetic crap, but the real stuff. [He has to try and not shove the entire thing into his mouth. He nearly inhaled the first package of toilet shin ramyun that he had made, and regretted it so deeply. So he takes a bite, quarter of the way down.]
Mnn... awgod-- [And swallows.] Shit! That's so sweet! Dude... you gotta have some!
[Dave's own reaction when he has a bite of apple is, by virtue of his nature, a lot more muted. but it's probably pretty obvious by the way he stares at the half-eaten slice while chewing that the gears have suddenly started turning frantically.]
[there's so much he'd have to take into account, if he were actually going to seriously consider speed-growing an apple tree. first of all, putting aside the question of whether an apple tree could be grown and kept healthy enough to bear fruit in the first place, he would need to know if the space station will be moving at all over the next decade or so — and if so, where, in relation to where they are now. it isn't like popping ahead ten years and suddenly being in the vacuum of space is going to kill him; he'd be just fine. it's the tree he's worried about.]
[so that would be the first step, obviously: reconnaissance. for the sake of his own sanity, he'd want to only gather as much information about the future station as necessary in order to pull off moving a mature tree to the present. and then he can start building the time loops from there. you know, however many Daves it takes to actually move a mature tree to the present. time travel is as much about carefully maintaining a hundred spinning plates at once as it is improvisation, and for Dave, it's something that comes naturally, it's written into the fabric of who he is. if he could get the bare bones of a plan kickstarted, it should be easy enough to pull off.]
[but then that whirlwind of thoughts stops spinning, too, and he can't help but think this whole thing is unnecessarily cruel. for a split second, it feels like the station is trying to tempt him to do something — to trap himself in time loops again — he's been so adamant about avoiding for years. he's just a kid-unfairly-turned-god, after all. he has his glaring flaws. and even though he's used to being in space without access to things like apple juice or decent burritos, he probably also wouldn't be the only one to jump at the chance to have decent food in a place that's been so severely lacking for so long.]
[the willpower to resist and the urge to just say fuck it and give it a try are sort of pulling with the same force right now. but when he pops the rest of that apple slice in his mouth, the side that's saying fuck it gets just a little bit stronger.]
Jesus. [that's pretty much all he can say, honestly. and that is to say, this apple's probably the best thing he's ever eaten in his life.]
[there's so much he'd have to take into account, if he were actually going to seriously consider speed-growing an apple tree. first of all, putting aside the question of whether an apple tree could be grown and kept healthy enough to bear fruit in the first place, he would need to know if the space station will be moving at all over the next decade or so — and if so, where, in relation to where they are now. it isn't like popping ahead ten years and suddenly being in the vacuum of space is going to kill him; he'd be just fine. it's the tree he's worried about.]
[so that would be the first step, obviously: reconnaissance. for the sake of his own sanity, he'd want to only gather as much information about the future station as necessary in order to pull off moving a mature tree to the present. and then he can start building the time loops from there. you know, however many Daves it takes to actually move a mature tree to the present. time travel is as much about carefully maintaining a hundred spinning plates at once as it is improvisation, and for Dave, it's something that comes naturally, it's written into the fabric of who he is. if he could get the bare bones of a plan kickstarted, it should be easy enough to pull off.]
[but then that whirlwind of thoughts stops spinning, too, and he can't help but think this whole thing is unnecessarily cruel. for a split second, it feels like the station is trying to tempt him to do something — to trap himself in time loops again — he's been so adamant about avoiding for years. he's just a kid-unfairly-turned-god, after all. he has his glaring flaws. and even though he's used to being in space without access to things like apple juice or decent burritos, he probably also wouldn't be the only one to jump at the chance to have decent food in a place that's been so severely lacking for so long.]
[the willpower to resist and the urge to just say fuck it and give it a try are sort of pulling with the same force right now. but when he pops the rest of that apple slice in his mouth, the side that's saying fuck it gets just a little bit stronger.]
Jesus. [that's pretty much all he can say, honestly. and that is to say, this apple's probably the best thing he's ever eaten in his life.]
Edited (i think?? i've used that first line before??? i got deja vu so i'm changing it) 2018-06-21 00:14 (UTC)
[Yeah, whatever, alright, he's the goddamn cat's meow. But more importantly, the gesture of Hajime looking through the eyes really strikes home a sort of complacently... settled feeling with a lot of this. He's always had trouble making the right types of connections with people, always thinking that it was because of a difference of perspective.]
Careful, next thing you know you're gonna start cursin' up a storm and bitchin' about how much adults suck.
[And maybe it's a good thing that he didn't actually try to put that thing on, since it's seen... a lot of blood. A lot of Ryuji's sweat. The occasional moment where his eyes were wet from his overemotional state. And it's probably gross.]
Yeah. All of us do. Not to sure on the exact mechanics, but mine appeared when we were all in danger. I thought... Shit, this is how it's gonna end, right? And a voice called out to me and told me to not accept things the way they were. Next thing I know, we're kickin' ass. It happened like that... pretty much for all of us, I guess.
Careful, next thing you know you're gonna start cursin' up a storm and bitchin' about how much adults suck.
[And maybe it's a good thing that he didn't actually try to put that thing on, since it's seen... a lot of blood. A lot of Ryuji's sweat. The occasional moment where his eyes were wet from his overemotional state. And it's probably gross.]
Yeah. All of us do. Not to sure on the exact mechanics, but mine appeared when we were all in danger. I thought... Shit, this is how it's gonna end, right? And a voice called out to me and told me to not accept things the way they were. Next thing I know, we're kickin' ass. It happened like that... pretty much for all of us, I guess.
[RYUJI IS COOL but don't worry, there's plenty of time for him to disabuse Hajime of that notion.
Instead he just laughs, more of the earlier nervousness from before starting to filter away as he shakes his head.]
What, and ruin your impression of me as some kind of cram school student? Not a chance.
[That's a joke. Ryuji doesn't still think of him as some super-studious type, right?]
It sounds like you guys led really dangerous lives before showing up here. You really think someone like me can do all of that?
Instead he just laughs, more of the earlier nervousness from before starting to filter away as he shakes his head.]
What, and ruin your impression of me as some kind of cram school student? Not a chance.
[That's a joke. Ryuji doesn't still think of him as some super-studious type, right?]
It sounds like you guys led really dangerous lives before showing up here. You really think someone like me can do all of that?
[Wow. That is an impressively dumb idea.
Is what Ryuji would probably be thinking if it wasn't for how freaking amazing that second bite is. What's going on in that brain of his? Devious thoughts, probably, but hey- Dave. Hey. Did you know the second bite was just as good, if not slightly better than the first one? How the texture is a perfect playground against every single deprived taste fields of the tongue, or how the constant consumption of protein produces an almost acidic flavor in your mouth that can only be relieved by the consumption of alkaline producing substances like vegetables and fruits? This apple is exactly what those first human freeloaders got kicked out of the garden of Eden for (okay, the science on that one is pretty abysmal but whatever, it's building the hype of how simply great this damn thing is).
And amidst all the TERRIBLE THINGS THAT COULD GO WRONG with time traveling just to bring back a tree from the future to the station, isn't it just nice to live in the now, cherishing the snack for what it's worth and letting go?
Who knows.
Either way, their own proclivities to doing stupid shit seems to know no bounds.]
You're not gonna start cryin' on me, are you?
[You okay, bro?
He looks at the half slice in his hand and... fuck it, he can't hold back any longer as he pops the rest of it in his mouth and crunches, the juice from it escaping down the side of his lip--- and HELL NO, he's going to lick that orchard born baby back into his mouth asap, and then wipe it with the back of his hand. Gross.]
I mean it's cool and all, I've got pretty good shoulders for that type of emotional sappy bullshit. Hey, oh. Oh man. I want curry made with apples now. Damn.
[Fuck it. Do the time thing Dave.]
Is what Ryuji would probably be thinking if it wasn't for how freaking amazing that second bite is. What's going on in that brain of his? Devious thoughts, probably, but hey- Dave. Hey. Did you know the second bite was just as good, if not slightly better than the first one? How the texture is a perfect playground against every single deprived taste fields of the tongue, or how the constant consumption of protein produces an almost acidic flavor in your mouth that can only be relieved by the consumption of alkaline producing substances like vegetables and fruits? This apple is exactly what those first human freeloaders got kicked out of the garden of Eden for (okay, the science on that one is pretty abysmal but whatever, it's building the hype of how simply great this damn thing is).
And amidst all the TERRIBLE THINGS THAT COULD GO WRONG with time traveling just to bring back a tree from the future to the station, isn't it just nice to live in the now, cherishing the snack for what it's worth and letting go?
Who knows.
Either way, their own proclivities to doing stupid shit seems to know no bounds.]
You're not gonna start cryin' on me, are you?
[You okay, bro?
He looks at the half slice in his hand and... fuck it, he can't hold back any longer as he pops the rest of it in his mouth and crunches, the juice from it escaping down the side of his lip--- and HELL NO, he's going to lick that orchard born baby back into his mouth asap, and then wipe it with the back of his hand. Gross.]
I mean it's cool and all, I've got pretty good shoulders for that type of emotional sappy bullshit. Hey, oh. Oh man. I want curry made with apples now. Damn.
[Fuck it. Do the time thing Dave.]
[It's been 2 months, surely he would've figured that out by now, right? Ryuji is the farthest thing from cool that could possibly be. Picture this as a sliding scale, someone like James Dean on one end, the "cool" vertex, and then Ryuji Sakamoto on the other, the "lame" end. That's how many degrees he's separated in this model.]
Sorry, forgot you were the class president.
[It's just as easy to fling this right back at Hajime. None of Ryuji's friends are safe from teasing at the slightest hint of provocation.]
I dunno. I mean, I had to do weight training every day after becoming a thief. [He smiles at him, and then...
FUCK, he forgot Hajime has stacks on deck.]
Nevermind. Yeah, you'd do fine. That's what I meant earlier when we first started talkin'. You can't really know if you're good at something until it's kinda... thrust on you. That's kinda how this all worked. It was sink or swim. You're lucky that losers like us already know the ropes and have 'em figured out, so you get an advantage.
Sorry, forgot you were the class president.
[It's just as easy to fling this right back at Hajime. None of Ryuji's friends are safe from teasing at the slightest hint of provocation.]
I dunno. I mean, I had to do weight training every day after becoming a thief. [He smiles at him, and then...
FUCK, he forgot Hajime has stacks on deck.]
Nevermind. Yeah, you'd do fine. That's what I meant earlier when we first started talkin'. You can't really know if you're good at something until it's kinda... thrust on you. That's kinda how this all worked. It was sink or swim. You're lucky that losers like us already know the ropes and have 'em figured out, so you get an advantage.
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