You're thankin' me? [A small turn of his lips upward in response to that- he thought it was pretty obvious that there didn't need to be thank yous or your welcomes to this sort of thing, but he'll allow it. Hell, he'll even knock shoulders with Dave to reinforce the sarcasm here. It's no big deal. Or maybe it is kind of a deal, indeterminate in size, but Ryuji's chill enough with... whatever this is, really. It's just a Saturday night (every night's a weekend here), almost like he was back in Tokyo in his little cramped bedroom. The familiarity of everything here makes the artificial walls feel less cold and lifeless.
He lets out a throaty hnn..., a vestige of his own native language used when you're basically agreeing with something, but the economy of words needed to do so was strong enough to be conveyed by a sound rather than a spoken something instead. He gets to thinking about home for a moment, and rather than the normal levels of homesickness that it implies, he starts wondering some hypotheticals. If Dave were back there, and he was, and if they had known each other, what would this look like? Would it be different? Would they have gotten close like this or was everything just perpetuated by the situational morass that the terminal had to offer? Would he be trying to stifle down the way he feels about him?
He lets his head lean up against the wall behind him. Even in simple things there are layers of complexity if you go deeper into the things that make them up. But might as well talk about it rather than play around with the idea of talking about it.]
You think you'd ever... uh. Wanna see Tokyo one day? I mean. Like. Hypothetically speaking. I know it's kinda dumb to think gettin' off this station's happenin' anytime soon. But I'd wanna take you to an arcade. Or maybe one of those music halls where DJ's spin music live time.
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He lets out a throaty hnn..., a vestige of his own native language used when you're basically agreeing with something, but the economy of words needed to do so was strong enough to be conveyed by a sound rather than a spoken something instead. He gets to thinking about home for a moment, and rather than the normal levels of homesickness that it implies, he starts wondering some hypotheticals. If Dave were back there, and he was, and if they had known each other, what would this look like? Would it be different? Would they have gotten close like this or was everything just perpetuated by the situational morass that the terminal had to offer? Would he be trying to stifle down the way he feels about him?
He lets his head lean up against the wall behind him. Even in simple things there are layers of complexity if you go deeper into the things that make them up. But might as well talk about it rather than play around with the idea of talking about it.]
You think you'd ever... uh. Wanna see Tokyo one day? I mean. Like. Hypothetically speaking. I know it's kinda dumb to think gettin' off this station's happenin' anytime soon. But I'd wanna take you to an arcade. Or maybe one of those music halls where DJ's spin music live time.