Between recovering from the jellyfish jizz he had to drink yesterday, a Peter Pan themed middle finger shoved right in his face, and Bender going on a bender with him, Ryuji's just exhausted himself beyond belief. You know what sounds really good right now? Dave sounds really good right now.
He's too much of a punk to head over to the hospital to get his hand checked out, but it's pretty busted from the healthily unhealthy punch he gave to the cooking robot. Straight up declined his fantasy credit card and everything, refusing to take any compliments or tips to the chef (stop being such a piece of shit and flooding the cafe, you metallic piece of crap!), and Ryuji is just... so hurt.
Like, yeah, the hand is kind of stinging and has a cute little cut on it, but the emotional pain of promised ramen, real, live, actual ramen being taken away from him is a deeper bruise than anything else.
Is he home? He wants a shoulder to cry on. Don't mind the leotard, he's gotten used to it by now. Kinda feels nice and breezy down there, actually, but that's NOT THE POINT.]
Yo! [He wraps on the door with his dominant hand, which, okay that's straight up stupid, but Ryuji doesn't learn.] Ack! Shit.
like... 11/14? what is time
Between recovering from the jellyfish jizz he had to drink yesterday, a Peter Pan themed middle finger shoved right in his face, and Bender going on a bender with him, Ryuji's just exhausted himself beyond belief. You know what sounds really good right now? Dave sounds really good right now.
He's too much of a punk to head over to the hospital to get his hand checked out, but it's pretty busted from the healthily unhealthy punch he gave to the cooking robot. Straight up declined his fantasy credit card and everything, refusing to take any compliments or tips to the chef (stop being such a piece of shit and flooding the cafe, you metallic piece of crap!), and Ryuji is just... so hurt.
Like, yeah, the hand is kind of stinging and has a cute little cut on it, but the emotional pain of promised ramen, real, live, actual ramen being taken away from him is a deeper bruise than anything else.
Is he home? He wants a shoulder to cry on. Don't mind the leotard, he's gotten used to it by now. Kinda feels nice and breezy down there, actually, but that's NOT THE POINT.]
Yo! [He wraps on the door with his dominant hand, which, okay that's straight up stupid, but Ryuji doesn't learn.] Ack! Shit.
Crap, that stings like hell.