[if there's any shame at all Ryuji should be feeling at this moment, it's all the terrible pirate jokes he managed to cram into a single five-or-so-minute period. and Dave's all but ready to call him out on it, that his inner monkey pirate is metaphorically not quite so inner, is it, when he pops back above the water's surface, half-heartedly grumbling at his loss. you don't go into death matches like this not expecting to go down with the ship, as it were.]
[he brings a palm to his own forehead, trying to slick back his bangs. that familiar looking wisp of a curl stays stubbornly in place, despite ... pretty much all the odds.]
What, rated R for Ryu — [he suddenly stops, that insult dissolving in the water, as he's spotted a rather morbid looking pattern, a zombie virus branding along Ryuji's back. and he silently swims over to get a better look.]
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[he brings a palm to his own forehead, trying to slick back his bangs. that familiar looking wisp of a curl stays stubbornly in place, despite ... pretty much all the odds.]
What, rated R for Ryu — [he suddenly stops, that insult dissolving in the water, as he's spotted a rather morbid looking pattern, a zombie virus branding along Ryuji's back. and he silently swims over to get a better look.]