[There was one time, in the 6th grade, where he intentionally tripped Ikari Tsumemasa down the stairs for calling him stupid in class. That has to be it, right? That's exactly why he's stuck in the dark, hormones waging a civil war in his body, eyeballing a direction he can't see as much as feel the lack of Dave nearby. Maybe if he could go back in time...
no, he probably would've done the same exact thing. Yeah, that's about right. He closes his eyes, because what's the difference at this point, as his fists ball up into an annoyed gesture.]
This both sucks, and blows, at the exact same time.
[He's maaaiinly talking about the smooching that didn't happen, but he collects himself enough to recognize that there's something Going On that probably requires more attention than the equally inappropriate sort of stirring going on downstairs as half of his body is off in the conditional land of What If I Macked My Boyfriend?, and god, Ryuji Sakamoto continues to be an embarrassing human being.
So he sits up, tries not to think about that- and just. Sighs. What else is he supposed to do?]
Uh. I mean, I hope not? If it's life support that's down, then we're all kinda screwed. [And then the gravitas of that crosses him, and yep, that does it. Shot dead in the water, where he deserves to be, honestly. Ryuji summons his mask straight onto his face just for the flickering of blue flame that accompanies it, and tries to get a better sense of what's going on. It doesn't last nearly enough, so his next best idea is his communicator.]
...Think you can get up to the light fixture and take the bulb out? I can probably charge it up like a lightscimitar. [George Lucas, suck it.]
I don't know shit about wiring but I got a few good hunches about electricity.
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no, he probably would've done the same exact thing. Yeah, that's about right. He closes his eyes, because what's the difference at this point, as his fists ball up into an annoyed gesture.]
This both sucks, and blows, at the exact same time.
[He's maaaiinly talking about the smooching that didn't happen, but he collects himself enough to recognize that there's something Going On that probably requires more attention than the equally inappropriate sort of stirring going on downstairs as half of his body is off in the conditional land of What If I Macked My Boyfriend?, and god, Ryuji Sakamoto continues to be an embarrassing human being.
So he sits up, tries not to think about that- and just. Sighs. What else is he supposed to do?]
Uh. I mean, I hope not? If it's life support that's down, then we're all kinda screwed. [And then the gravitas of that crosses him, and yep, that does it. Shot dead in the water, where he deserves to be, honestly. Ryuji summons his mask straight onto his face just for the flickering of blue flame that accompanies it, and tries to get a better sense of what's going on. It doesn't last nearly enough, so his next best idea is his communicator.]
...Think you can get up to the light fixture and take the bulb out? I can probably charge it up like a lightscimitar. [George Lucas, suck it.]
I don't know shit about wiring but I got a few good hunches about electricity.