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[imaphantomthief]

Hello?

Hello, you there?

Gotcha!

[Beeeeeeep.]

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[lempereur]

He was not my father. My parents both passed, when I was very young.

[ It's weird to have to explain this to him. Ryuji had helped to convince him that his situation wasn't normal, had been at his side when he learned the truth about the Sayuri. It isn't something that he is uncomfortable talking about, he had no choice but to get used to probing questions from his classmates back then, but it's not fair that he has to do it for Ryuji. Yusuke tucks his hair behind his ear, tries to hide the absurdity of this conversation behind a cough. ]

My mother died because of him. She was an artist, and he wanted to be, so when she had a seizure in front of him, he just watched. He may as well have murdered her himself, so that he could get rich stealing her work. So, do not be sorry, he deserved what he got. He will die in prison.

[imaphantomthief]

[Ryūji is uncharacteristically quiet through that explanation. He goes from surprise to regret to fury in quick succession, and it shows clearly on his face.

By the end of it he’s clenching his jaw, and his fists. His nostrils flare as he exhales harshly. He didn’t even know he’d been holding his breath, but man are his lungs craving oxygen.

His fists unclench slowly as he realizes that he should probably react to that. There are cuts in his palm from his fingernails. He should trim those. Later.

He clears his throat, and clasps a hand to Yūsuke’s shoulder. Hearing that really pisses him off. But he’s glad they helped this guy. Maybe he’s got his reasons for being a weirdo.]

Let him rot, then. C’mon, let’s take a walk. Just... do it normally, alright?

[lempereur]

[ There he is, the Ryuji he knows. Consuming, righteous outrage over an injustice he could easily look past, so strong as to cause a physical reaction. It's a good thing, in Yusuke's eyes, the reason he has such strong affection for him despite his crudeness and what did he say?! ]

What do you mean, 'do it normally'? There's nothing wrong with the way I walk.

[imaphantomthief]

C’mon, have you seen yourself? You jumped out of the window, man.

[That’s weird. Even this guy can’t honestly think that’s normal. Ryūji’s hand retracts so he can stretch some of the tension out of his shoulders. Something even pops, that’s how angry he’d been on Yūsuke’s behalf.

But now, he’s not gonna make this guy dwell on it. He just grins and takes the first step towards the street. Y’know, like a normal human being.]

[lempereur]

I do not make a habit of it.

[ That was only like, the second time. The way he walks is tall, graceful, and pretty, like him. Nothing wrong with that! Still, he smiles when Ryuji does, and reaches for his bag hung up next to the coats, by the door. Can't go anywhere without his sketchbook! ]

Let us be on our way, then.

[imaphantomthief]

Good. I didn’t wanna have to pretend not to know ya.

[He’s kidding. Probably.

Out in the fresh air, the remaining tension drains away. If that Yūsuke guy can smile after something like that, he must be a little tougher than he looks.]

Gotta be honest, I have no idea where we’re going. I’m just walking.