[Ryuji's pretty great at standing out in a crowd himself? usual access to hair bleach or not. but nah, he's not sitting, he's just standing next to a table, a plate of the usual toast set there, as he'd apparently planned to sit himself down to eat. he lifts a hand to wave back.]
Hey.
[but then, before he could enjoy a helping of space toast, something suddenly came up. literally. his open palm closes, save for one finger pointing straight up.]
[because there appears to be clothing stuck to the ceiling.]
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Hey.
[but then, before he could enjoy a helping of space toast, something suddenly came up. literally. his open palm closes, save for one finger pointing straight up.]
[because there appears to be clothing stuck to the ceiling.]