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