[No, there's no calming down the hysterics or the panicked look in Ryuji's eyes. That is, if Shinjiro can actually see them with how dark it's gotten. They're absolutely going to be murdered in this mystical lake of murder, but he at least... at least he tries to stay a little more calm about the entire thing.
Shinjiro asked that much out of him.
First, some light.]
Per...sona!
[And in a blue fire, Seiten-Taisei appears before him, and he realizes how utterly close he had subconsciously gotten to Shinjiro in his fear. There's about two inches between them, just enough room for Jesus to keep them apart and make this a truly sanctified event.
Ryuji starts to feel his head getting lighter, like something is being probed into his mind. He looks around for the source, but there's nothing or... rather, no-one there.]
Do you... uh, feel weird?
[Is there anything to not be weirded out over by this entire thing? And then, he remembers that thing he was supposed to forget about Blake. About how, in the desert, they were both possessed and doomed to sing Grease to each other like a few motorcycle gang members confessing their love for each other.
God, he hopes it's not that again.
Or... at least, he hopes it's a better musical than Grease, of all things.]
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Shinjiro asked that much out of him.
First, some light.]
Per...sona!
[And in a blue fire, Seiten-Taisei appears before him, and he realizes how utterly close he had subconsciously gotten to Shinjiro in his fear. There's about two inches between them, just enough room for Jesus to keep them apart and make this a truly sanctified event.
Ryuji starts to feel his head getting lighter, like something is being probed into his mind. He looks around for the source, but there's nothing or... rather, no-one there.]
Do you... uh, feel weird?
[Is there anything to not be weirded out over by this entire thing? And then, he remembers that thing he was supposed to forget about Blake. About how, in the desert, they were both possessed and doomed to sing Grease to each other like a few motorcycle gang members confessing their love for each other.
God, he hopes it's not that again.
Or... at least, he hopes it's a better musical than Grease, of all things.]