[ Ryuji'd gone somewhere. A full day of being emotionally dead inside, being vaguely angry at the barest though of Akechi, pushing back at shitty people overreaching on the network and having their significant others push back - it's hard work for a sleep-deprived teen. It's also what passes for fun out here in deadass nowhere and Ren could do without it. He could do without being instantly distrustful of strangers' intentions, being unsure of his own place, and his best friend wandering off to accidentally trip and, like, get vacuumed out of a space toilet.
Guess... it doesn't matter where you go. Once you get used to being an opposing force it's hard to know what else to do with yourself, even if it wasn't important - being delinquents who challenge the status quo. Ren isn't so far removed from that time as to forget; on the contrary his entire worldview wouldn't quite untilt itself back to the complacency from Before. Usually it isn't like this, though. Usually he could hold his tongue and avoid making a scene. But the thought that Ryuji put in his head, the possibility of this place being it for them made Ren afraid in a way he's never experienced even if he did assuage those fears openly. A primal fear of losing the people he loves most, of sloth when he could've done something about it. It like he can't let anything, not even a network post that might not even be harmful, slip past.
Delinquency that carries responsibility. What's the world come to, eh?
Regardless, he doesn't know that he'll be apologizing to Asuka. Doesn't know what he'd say anyway. "Sorry my shitbag alarm bells were going off like crazy, it's not personal"? Akira Fudo might come pound him if he feels like it, but it's not like he'd know Ren on sight.
Wandering past a door, the sound of voices makes Ren curiously peer inside and see two goon looking mofos grinning at each other. ]
Oh, there you are. [ Mild as you like, Ren smiles faintly at Ryuji, standing straight and sliding his hands into his jumpsuit pockets. ] I managed to get the food replicators to make something that tastes vaguely like katsu-curry, if you're in.
[ If your large friend will let you go to your friend friend Renren. ]
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Guess... it doesn't matter where you go. Once you get used to being an opposing force it's hard to know what else to do with yourself, even if it wasn't important - being delinquents who challenge the status quo. Ren isn't so far removed from that time as to forget; on the contrary his entire worldview wouldn't quite untilt itself back to the complacency from Before. Usually it isn't like this, though. Usually he could hold his tongue and avoid making a scene. But the thought that Ryuji put in his head, the possibility of this place being it for them made Ren afraid in a way he's never experienced even if he did assuage those fears openly. A primal fear of losing the people he loves most, of sloth when he could've done something about it. It like he can't let anything, not even a network post that might not even be harmful, slip past.
Delinquency that carries responsibility. What's the world come to, eh?
Regardless, he doesn't know that he'll be apologizing to Asuka. Doesn't know what he'd say anyway. "Sorry my shitbag alarm bells were going off like crazy, it's not personal"? Akira Fudo might come pound him if he feels like it, but it's not like he'd know Ren on sight.
Wandering past a door, the sound of voices makes Ren curiously peer inside and see two goon looking mofos grinning at each other. ]
Oh, there you are. [ Mild as you like, Ren smiles faintly at Ryuji, standing straight and sliding his hands into his jumpsuit pockets. ] I managed to get the food replicators to make something that tastes vaguely like katsu-curry, if you're in.
[ If your large friend will let you go to your friend friend Renren. ]