[oh, it's a poured out molten pit of Davefury he wants to see, is it? well, he can definitely deliver. he stands, fists clenched, hackles raised, like he's ready to reach over and pop Ryuji upside the head for his insulting transgression, to dunk some serious revenge on him like the ghosts dunked a bunch energy drinks in the toilet, and he just.]

[just.]

[.... nah.]

Yeah, you're right. I'll just have to get you back later.

[he relaxes, rolling his shoulders casually.]

Won't even stop time or anything, and I can still guarantee you won't see it coming.

[could this be even worse than the two of them just duking it out right now? possibly.]