[La la la... Here is one (1) Ryuji Sakamoto not having a clue as to what's going on or why Akira would joke about them needing a room for anything, and with his arms crossed (no longer trying to get Ren to squirm under him (god....)), he feels pretty complacent with the way that his friend deflects. Yeah. They got a room. Duh. They live together.

The only thing that he knows he absolutely wants is... for these two to get along. Akira provided a certain sense of camaraderie for Ryuji that felt like an old friend back from his days in sports. It was a facet of friendship that he admittedly kind of missed. Not that he wasn't already completely satisfied with the Thieves, no, because he loved them more than he loved life itself. They were always going to be his posse. You don't go through what you went through like that and not have a few blood oaths rummaging about between their social graces.]

Alright, alright. Akira, man, Ren is so way outta your league. [He smiles, brimming to the edges of his own endless internal sunshine. They both know it's a joke, right? He doesn't think that Akira is actually hitting on him.

Is he?

Wait, is he?]

Yeah, I'm down for food. Let's blow this popsicle stand, dude.