[There are just some things in life that aren't right? Like, did he step on a bug in past life that was once secretly some Buddhist monk working his way back up the reincarnatory ladder, thus cursing him and his existence throughout each and every step along the way? Could a burrito have upset the balance of everything, then, when it was flushed out to meet it's frozen end, for all eternity, wafting aimlessly as a permanent tv dinner waiting for some alien to come and swoop by? And these space ghosts, then, perhaps one of them was in fact some sort of chef, who was wronged by the artisanal love that they had put into the fabricator?
Ryuji is having an existential crisis, all over a 6 pack of shin ramyun. Screw it. It's not worth it. He'll just... calmly pick up the pack of energy drinks, set it aside on the floor as it (hopefully) hasn't touched that morass of shitwater in it, and then just... let it go.
Just let it go, Ryuji. He looks like he could cry, though, as he exits the confines of it.]
I'm--- I'm okay. I'm okay? Don't worry about it. We're done hangin' out in bathrooms anyway. I mean. If you wanna see for yourself. But it's a horror in there. It's a real life, goddamn horror.
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Ryuji is having an existential crisis, all over a 6 pack of shin ramyun. Screw it. It's not worth it. He'll just... calmly pick up the pack of energy drinks, set it aside on the floor as it (hopefully) hasn't touched that morass of shitwater in it, and then just... let it go.
Just let it go, Ryuji. He looks like he could cry, though, as he exits the confines of it.]
I'm--- I'm okay. I'm okay? Don't worry about it. We're done hangin' out in bathrooms anyway. I mean. If you wanna see for yourself. But it's a horror in there. It's a real life, goddamn horror.
[WHY IS HE SO OVERDRAMATIC OVER RAMEN?]