[If Dave hasn't figured it out, ramen is more than just ramen to Ryuji. It's the comfort and semblance of home, a thing to grab onto. Food is a form of memory; countless dates with friends, innumerable times waiting in line for Tokyo's best hole in the wall joints. A place to go when his mom was working late at night and there wasn't dinner on the table. It's not just broth, or packets of cheap, disgustingly salty flavoring packets, it's a tangible feeling of closeness to what used to be.
Seeing the ramen in the toilet like that was... eh. Too complicated for Ryuji to actually explain. Some metaphor about slamming on all his hopes and dreams, it being worth the equivalent of bodily waste, etc.]
Either that or we're s'posed to set up a shinto shrine and pray for the spirits to go away.
I... I dunno how this works.
I've beaten ghosts down before, that's easy. But we can't see 'em. It's not like they're just waiting to have a bedsheet tossed over their heads so they can be all "oooooh~~~ I'm comin' for ya~"
[Complete with spirit finger wiggles. Lisa stares at him. He feels judged.]
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We take this fight to the pipes themselves.
[If Dave hasn't figured it out, ramen is more than just ramen to Ryuji. It's the comfort and semblance of home, a thing to grab onto. Food is a form of memory; countless dates with friends, innumerable times waiting in line for Tokyo's best hole in the wall joints. A place to go when his mom was working late at night and there wasn't dinner on the table. It's not just broth, or packets of cheap, disgustingly salty flavoring packets, it's a tangible feeling of closeness to what used to be.
Seeing the ramen in the toilet like that was... eh. Too complicated for Ryuji to actually explain. Some metaphor about slamming on all his hopes and dreams, it being worth the equivalent of bodily waste, etc.]
Either that or we're s'posed to set up a shinto shrine and pray for the spirits to go away.
I... I dunno how this works.
I've beaten ghosts down before, that's easy. But we can't see 'em. It's not like they're just waiting to have a bedsheet tossed over their heads so they can be all "oooooh~~~ I'm comin' for ya~"
[Complete with spirit finger wiggles. Lisa stares at him. He feels judged.]