[A moment's pause, head set at a cant and expression schooled but still curious, where it seems as though he's debating saying something or not. And then:]
She beat you to the punch in trackin' us down to talk to us--seems like she really cares about you. The best friends crack you over the head when you need it.
[If he's telling the truth, he'd been trying to nudge her in the direction of a more personal apology with the joke. Her unnatural strength paired with her indifference (and compulsion) had made for a uniquely unpleasant encounter in and of itself, but the thing that still stings is that she'd played into his friendliness to do it. Older people are talented at manipulating the younger; he hadn't been expecting it from someone who looks his own age.
But, as she'd already said, she hadn't been in her right mind. He can't say he's any more thrilled at being butt of somebody else's joke and seeing Akira be strangled now than he had then, it wouldn't be right to hold that against her for pettiness' sake.
He sighs, deflating. You had him at the fruit basket, Caroline.]
Depends if you really mean it, about being friends. [He's willing to let go of a grudge rather than hold onto it, in other words.] You can come in, if you want. Yo, Akira!
[Speaking of said friend, Ryuji turns his head to call into the depths of the apartment.]
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She beat you to the punch in trackin' us down to talk to us--seems like she really cares about you. The best friends crack you over the head when you need it.
[If he's telling the truth, he'd been trying to nudge her in the direction of a more personal apology with the joke. Her unnatural strength paired with her indifference (and compulsion) had made for a uniquely unpleasant encounter in and of itself, but the thing that still stings is that she'd played into his friendliness to do it. Older people are talented at manipulating the younger; he hadn't been expecting it from someone who looks his own age.
But, as she'd already said, she hadn't been in her right mind. He can't say he's any more thrilled at being butt of somebody else's joke and seeing Akira be strangled now than he had then, it wouldn't be right to hold that against her for pettiness' sake.
He sighs, deflating. You had him at the fruit basket, Caroline.]
Depends if you really mean it, about being friends. [He's willing to let go of a grudge rather than hold onto it, in other words.] You can come in, if you want. Yo, Akira!
[Speaking of said friend, Ryuji turns his head to call into the depths of the apartment.]