My hair's... [banana ... milk ... no ... no, that's a really, really stupid thought. better put a lid on it before it spirals somewhere even weirder.]
[so he decides to focus on a mishmash of thoughts about pockets, shorts and geography instead. and those subjects just kind of rattle around and get to know each other in his brain, while he sits there in silence for once in his life instead of letting whatever the hell he's thinking about fly free. when he does finally say something, though, it's probably a valid enough thought.]
S'fine. Earth geography's pretty pointless right now anyway.
[he sort of mumbles it, though, and is less leaning and more completely hanging off of Ryuji by this point, somewhere between falling asleep and not really being able to. it's the same sort of state he's been struggling with for a day or two now.]
[but, that's when he finally notices it: the weird, unnatural looking discoloration that looks like it's slowly snaking its way down Ryuji's hands, and suddenly, he's as fully alert as he's capable. with little thought to what he's doing other than he needs to get a closer look, he reaches over and grabs at Ryuji's wrist so he can get a better look.]
What the hell is this. [he doesn't mean it sternly. if anything, he just sounds anxious.]
no subject
[so he decides to focus on a mishmash of thoughts about pockets, shorts and geography instead. and those subjects just kind of rattle around and get to know each other in his brain, while he sits there in silence for once in his life instead of letting whatever the hell he's thinking about fly free. when he does finally say something, though, it's probably a valid enough thought.]
S'fine. Earth geography's pretty pointless right now anyway.
[he sort of mumbles it, though, and is less leaning and more completely hanging off of Ryuji by this point, somewhere between falling asleep and not really being able to. it's the same sort of state he's been struggling with for a day or two now.]
[but, that's when he finally notices it: the weird, unnatural looking discoloration that looks like it's slowly snaking its way down Ryuji's hands, and suddenly, he's as fully alert as he's capable. with little thought to what he's doing other than he needs to get a closer look, he reaches over and grabs at Ryuji's wrist so he can get a better look.]
What the hell is this. [he doesn't mean it sternly. if anything, he just sounds anxious.]