[It's okay. He honestly didn't care that much for it to begin with. It was only a matter of time before his true nature came out anyway; Ryuji can't actually hide who he is or where he came from.]
Huh.
[She still looks a little dismayed, and it crosses his mind if she masochistically wanted people to be looking at her? He doesn't really understand the inner workings going on here, but again, Ryuji doesn't care about other people.
He tilts his head, looking at her, investigating. He remembers the way she held that knife and how the form was all off- shit, he knows what holding a knife looks like... he's watched Akira do it for what felt like hundreds of hours.]
Lemme see your hands.
[He holds his out to take hers, if she'll let him.]
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Huh.
[She still looks a little dismayed, and it crosses his mind if she masochistically wanted people to be looking at her? He doesn't really understand the inner workings going on here, but again, Ryuji doesn't care about other people.
He tilts his head, looking at her, investigating. He remembers the way she held that knife and how the form was all off- shit, he knows what holding a knife looks like... he's watched Akira do it for what felt like hundreds of hours.]
Lemme see your hands.
[He holds his out to take hers, if she'll let him.]