[ though he's normally unfashionably late to meetups, ryuji finds himself wanting to be right on time when it comes to akira. it gives them plenty of time to chill with his Best Bro, and that always feels nice. just ask akira is closing up, in comes ryuji. ]
[ when the bell at the door jingles, akira looks up from behind the counter, dishrag in hand, and smiles in greeting. ]
What's up? For the record, Sojiro-san headed home awhile ago. Be grateful he isn't here to make you help with the chores. I'm just about done.
[ he polishes the last of the dishes and puts it away before untying his apron, hanging it up and turning around to move in front of the counter to give ryuji a fist bump. a smile is still curving his lips, brighter than usual, a smile that reaches his eyes behind his glasses. honestly, his mood is always brighter with ryuji around. he doesn't have a real explanation for it — it just is. he's never bothered to analyze it. ]
Anyway, I picked up a new video game the other day. That sound good to you?
Guess I came just in time, then. 'Sides, you're better than me at that stuff anyway.
[ it's not even a lie - ryuji is a slob, and proud of it. though of course, that's not to say that he wouldn't help akira clean up a little if asked.
that fist bump is met with enthusiasm, of course. spending time at leblanc with his best friend was lightyears better than being at home, so it's near impossible to be in a sour mood. akira brought balance to his life, in a way. ]
As long as you're cool with getting your ass kicked, sure. Sounds great!
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RYUJI
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b there soon
[ though he's normally unfashionably late to meetups, ryuji finds himself wanting to be right on time when it comes to akira. it gives them plenty of time to chill with his Best Bro, and that always feels nice. just ask akira is closing up, in comes ryuji. ]
Yo.
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What's up? For the record, Sojiro-san headed home awhile ago. Be grateful he isn't here to make you help with the chores. I'm just about done.
[ he polishes the last of the dishes and puts it away before untying his apron, hanging it up and turning around to move in front of the counter to give ryuji a fist bump. a smile is still curving his lips, brighter than usual, a smile that reaches his eyes behind his glasses. honestly, his mood is always brighter with ryuji around. he doesn't have a real explanation for it — it just is. he's never bothered to analyze it. ]
Anyway, I picked up a new video game the other day. That sound good to you?
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[ it's not even a lie - ryuji is a slob, and proud of it. though of course, that's not to say that he wouldn't help akira clean up a little if asked.
that fist bump is met with enthusiasm, of course. spending time at leblanc with his best friend was lightyears better than being at home, so it's near impossible to be in a sour mood. akira brought balance to his life, in a way. ]
As long as you're cool with getting your ass kicked, sure. Sounds great!