[It's not like he was expecting fireworks or some ridiculously fancy, crazy fanfare type of thing- but nonetheless, he absolutely sticks to his guns on this one. Cool. It wasn't even a blink of an eye, less than that, a division of time by 0, and as he had kept his focus spun completely on the edge of the pool, Dave is suddenly back behind them, and the mask has been displaced from that sublimely nasty body of water.
Ryuji, from an angle below, gives a good thumbs up. What else do you do in a situation like this anyway?]
Hahaha... YEAH! Did you see that? [As he sits up, he gives Ren a friendly pat on the shoulder- complete with a small amount of static shock that ensues from electrons jumped to a less excited state. Pikaryu in action.] Freakin' unbelievable. Holy shit, you two would make... like... the world's biggest kickass team the universe has ever seen!
[He's way too amenable about this for someone who nearly just endured heart stopping wattage jolted right through his heart. Probably should take it easy and get a moment or two of rest instead of raring to go, but perseverance is practically Ryuji's middle name. He staggers a bit upward, holding onto his side and swaying once vertical again. As if to dispel any worries about his health or well being, he remembers the small shock he gave Ren when he touched him, and holds both hands forward from the sides of his body, hovering over both of their heads... just to see if their hair would start rising upward.
And when his carefree attitude to this is enough for all three of them, he starts walking over to his persona's vessel. It's wet, and, yeah, he's slightly worried that this shit is going to zap the hell out of him, but he doesn't think he needs to touch it to get it to accept him.]
Hey old buddy. Good to see you're still kickin'. I missed ya. [He holds his hand out over it as it starts to glow with blue fire, then simply... disappear. He'll leave whatever explanation this should need up to Ren. He's the ringleader of this operation, anyway. And besides, Ryuji never really understood all of it anyway.]
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Ryuji, from an angle below, gives a good thumbs up. What else do you do in a situation like this anyway?]
Hahaha... YEAH! Did you see that? [As he sits up, he gives Ren a friendly pat on the shoulder- complete with a small amount of static shock that ensues from electrons jumped to a less excited state. Pikaryu in action.] Freakin' unbelievable. Holy shit, you two would make... like... the world's biggest kickass team the universe has ever seen!
[He's way too amenable about this for someone who nearly just endured heart stopping wattage jolted right through his heart. Probably should take it easy and get a moment or two of rest instead of raring to go, but perseverance is practically Ryuji's middle name. He staggers a bit upward, holding onto his side and swaying once vertical again. As if to dispel any worries about his health or well being, he remembers the small shock he gave Ren when he touched him, and holds both hands forward from the sides of his body, hovering over both of their heads... just to see if their hair would start rising upward.
And when his carefree attitude to this is enough for all three of them, he starts walking over to his persona's vessel. It's wet, and, yeah, he's slightly worried that this shit is going to zap the hell out of him, but he doesn't think he needs to touch it to get it to accept him.]
Hey old buddy. Good to see you're still kickin'. I missed ya. [He holds his hand out over it as it starts to glow with blue fire, then simply... disappear. He'll leave whatever explanation this should need up to Ren. He's the ringleader of this operation, anyway. And besides, Ryuji never really understood all of it anyway.]