[He's so fucking tilt over this. Ryuji doesn't exactly know why he's tilting, but he sure is, and it's written right on his expression of incredulity as the goddamn thing just happily joins the ceiling like the floor was literally made out of lava.]

Did you. Did you really just.

[With a free hand, he covers his face, index finger reaching just between his eyebrows as his palm eclipses his nose and mouth.]

You just let that thing go back up there after all that work you did grabbing it and getting its bullshit ass back down here.

[Yeah, that's probably the point of contention he has over the entire thing, to be honest.]

Uh... [Oh?

Oh.

Oh.]

Thumb wrestling... championship.