IC contact: text/voice/Qwikchat/whatever...

[imaphantomthief]

Hello?

Hello, you there?

Gotcha!

[Beeeeeeep.]

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[imaphantomthief]

I HAVE ROOMMATES JACKASS!

[For a guy who doesn’t want to tell the whole world you sure do it a lot. Ugh.

Ryūji scrubs a hand over his face, irritated but trying to get past it since clearly no one is going to referee this weirdo.]

That’s what you wanted? Why’d you act all weird about it? Look, that’s not up to me anyway. But I’ll ask a guy about it, alright? He probably wants to hear this. Just don’t hit him with a bunch of weird spells!

[deathboss]

SHIT! Don't you shut your door to talk alone?!

[THA'S WHAT HE'D BEEN DOING UNTIL TATSUYA WENT IN!!!]

It's not...spells at all okay. It's just...something you guys need to know. That's all.

[His voice is low and he looks like he's on the edge of crying.]

[imaphantomthief]

How’d I know this would get weird!?

[He may be a little thick, but eventually he notices signs of distress in others. Even if he doesn’t get it, he backs off a little.]

...I’ll let you know what he says.

[deathboss]

Alright. Thanks.

[He will wait until he gets back to him, trying to calm down and stop the rapid beating of his heart. This IS a band-aid that needs to be removed as fast as possible.]