[Nobody out there is immune from the possibility for growth and change; a year ago the Ryuji standing before Dave right now probably wouldn't have paved the path for any of this. He'd be wrapped up in his own head, pissed off at the world for everything, and alone.]
Shit. Well here goes nothin'.
[Embracing the possibility that this might end okay, he makes a step closer. Anything? Growling? Hissing? Okay, not so much. Another step, slow, like he's trying to make sure that there's an air of respect and amicability to what he's trying to accomplish. Ryuji should probably breathe a little more instead of holding his breath, as if the halfway distance of the room could carry his own carbon dioxide outward offensively.
Eventually he reaches the bed and sits at the edge.
She looks so cozy. He wants her to like him so much, but he believes that he's relatively poor at those types of social skills, worsened only by the fact of his own negative image in feline-kind's eyes. He looks at Dave, scrunching up his lips to one side of his cheek. Is this going to be okay? Ryuji's hand connects to Lisa's head, fingers curling. This is it. The moment of truth.
He breathes through his nose, unable to hold it in anymore, and presses a soft stroke to her rounded head, scratching just once behind her pointed ears.]
This is effin' unbelievable. [And then, takes his hand back and doesn't push this any farther than that. Ryuji looks abso-freaking-lutely reverent. Like he's just done the impossible.
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Shit. Well here goes nothin'.
[Embracing the possibility that this might end okay, he makes a step closer. Anything? Growling? Hissing? Okay, not so much. Another step, slow, like he's trying to make sure that there's an air of respect and amicability to what he's trying to accomplish. Ryuji should probably breathe a little more instead of holding his breath, as if the halfway distance of the room could carry his own carbon dioxide outward offensively.
Eventually he reaches the bed and sits at the edge.
She looks so cozy. He wants her to like him so much, but he believes that he's relatively poor at those types of social skills, worsened only by the fact of his own negative image in feline-kind's eyes. He looks at Dave, scrunching up his lips to one side of his cheek. Is this going to be okay? Ryuji's hand connects to Lisa's head, fingers curling. This is it. The moment of truth.
He breathes through his nose, unable to hold it in anymore, and presses a soft stroke to her rounded head, scratching just once behind her pointed ears.]
This is effin' unbelievable. [And then, takes his hand back and doesn't push this any farther than that. Ryuji looks abso-freaking-lutely reverent. Like he's just done the impossible.
Cue the cheesiest grin, ever.]