[Oh god, no, don't tell him not to comment on something, that's like the worst thing that could ever happen to Ryuji. His eyes go wide, and Akechi can tell that he really, really wants to point out how goddamn nerdy he is, but now that thought it stuck, constipated in the sea of thoughts that have a straight connection to his mouth.]
What the hell! That ain't fair and you know it!
[Leaning over, he picks up a pillow from the couch and thrusts it a few feet away, right at Akechi.]
Get back on track! You gonna ask Akira to dance with ya?
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Akechi...
[Oh god, no, don't tell him not to comment on something, that's like the worst thing that could ever happen to Ryuji. His eyes go wide, and Akechi can tell that he really, really wants to point out how goddamn nerdy he is, but now that thought it stuck, constipated in the sea of thoughts that have a straight connection to his mouth.]
What the hell! That ain't fair and you know it!
[Leaning over, he picks up a pillow from the couch and thrusts it a few feet away, right at Akechi.]
Get back on track! You gonna ask Akira to dance with ya?