[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.
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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.