[He didn't really know what to pack for this mission in general, so going back to the basics of his leather vest and puffy neckline, cape and kilt was pretty appropriate, all things considered. These muscles had been obscured for almost all of Vista Virs, where it made sense to keep most of his body covered up in wraps that became rather tattered during hunts in the deserts winds. Which is all just an excuse to say that Ryuji's living it up; brushing the sun's out, gun's out.

At least he's not sweating profusely or demanding whole, unfiltered raw milk at Dave with the screenname of centaursTesticle. Probably good to be glad for that one.]

They covertly check out asses for the other team. Duh.

[He's so fucking proud of that return quip, that he has to look the other way to avoid Dave's face staring remotely anywhere near his. Let him live, okay?

But recognition comes back to him at a nearly breakneck speed, as his eyes lull, and he hums a somewhat dulled "uhhh...." at Dave taking this to a personal level.]

Dude. As a writer, you have to separate yourself from your characters.

[Yeah, Dave. Don't you understand the IC/OOC divide? Gosh.

But he'll bite, because in the end he always succumbs to whatever Dave is pawing at with his unsubtle missteps. If that even WAS a misstep.]

But... lessee. Lessee, lessee. Yoyogi park is like, a total goddamn given. Maybe that's where they meet? Becoming friends slowly 'cause they keep runnin' into each other or something. And their first date can be at Leblanc. It's a little coffee shop that Akira used to live in back in Yongen-jaya. I'm sure Boss would love the publicity. Or hate it.

Nah, he'd definitely hate it. [Then, after a brief pause.] You should totally write about it.