[Maybe at one point they would talk about it, talk about the feeling of being slightly displaced in the world, how the plights of others could ring more true than their own suffering, causing them to leap into interference that could sometimes get them into some serious trouble. In a lot of ways they were cut from the same cloth, and that's why they were both here, remaining good-natured and open as they performed the song and dance of dueling for their best friends' honor.
Though it seems, simply to judge on the game agreed upon, Akira has won. He tilts his head to one side, eyes a little blank. Something clicks into recognition as Ryuji continues.] Oh. Yeah, I know what you're talkin' about. [But he just shakes his head.] Nah, sorry, man. Guess I'm just a natural.
[Demonic possession made you a natural at a lot of things. Not all of them were good.
Akira grins widely, nodding as a hum catches in his throat.] I see, I see... [He regards the oustretched hand before reaching out to clasp it, firmly but not in a way that would hurt what he'd already caused to sting.] Yeah. Truce. If you play that kinda long game, I think I'm lucky to get off that easy.
[Truth be told, he'd prefer not have to bristle at Ryuji or Ren, even if it was largely in jest. He likes the guys. He doesn't think they're the bad sort. He just... wishes they'd back off Ryo, because it just pisses him off when he sees people bullying him (from his perspective).
Speaking of.]
Hnn? [Akira turns to face the stranger with an arched eyebrow; having only talked with him on the network, of course he wouldn't have had a clue as to who the person was until being otherwise enlightened. Though, fuck, katsu-curry sounds good...
He'd have to try to coax something like that out of the replicators later, even though what he usually managed to get out of them was faintly-flavored slop.
Akira is a very keen observer of people, though, and he does notice the change in Ryuji's energy as the guy walks in. It starts to paint the picture of an idea as to who he is, though he's not going to jump to any conclusions without knowing for sure.]
Uhhh, no, I don't think so. [But there's a keenness to that word and a sharpness in his gaze that suspects otherwise.]
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Though it seems, simply to judge on the game agreed upon, Akira has won. He tilts his head to one side, eyes a little blank. Something clicks into recognition as Ryuji continues.] Oh. Yeah, I know what you're talkin' about. [But he just shakes his head.] Nah, sorry, man. Guess I'm just a natural.
[Demonic possession made you a natural at a lot of things. Not all of them were good.
Akira grins widely, nodding as a hum catches in his throat.] I see, I see... [He regards the oustretched hand before reaching out to clasp it, firmly but not in a way that would hurt what he'd already caused to sting.] Yeah. Truce. If you play that kinda long game, I think I'm lucky to get off that easy.
[Truth be told, he'd prefer not have to bristle at Ryuji or Ren, even if it was largely in jest. He likes the guys. He doesn't think they're the bad sort. He just... wishes they'd back off Ryo, because it just pisses him off when he sees people bullying him (from his perspective).
Speaking of.]
Hnn? [Akira turns to face the stranger with an arched eyebrow; having only talked with him on the network, of course he wouldn't have had a clue as to who the person was until being otherwise enlightened. Though, fuck, katsu-curry sounds good...
He'd have to try to coax something like that out of the replicators later, even though what he usually managed to get out of them was faintly-flavored slop.
Akira is a very keen observer of people, though, and he does notice the change in Ryuji's energy as the guy walks in. It starts to paint the picture of an idea as to who he is, though he's not going to jump to any conclusions without knowing for sure.]
Uhhh, no, I don't think so. [But there's a keenness to that word and a sharpness in his gaze that suspects otherwise.]