[This rabbit looks on at the frame below the opacity of the window's ledge. That... looks like he's either squatting to work out his gluts or he's about to rush through the window. Either of which has Ryuji laughing to himself as he takes a step back and unhinges the latch keeping the swing of the mechanism in place.
Was magic like some sort of perfume for Achilles? He watches as a shadow overtakes the silhouette of the room, instinctively knowing what came next. It was mana that kept him alive... so if he were hungry, he would come looking for it like this were a wild hunt. Ryuji doesn't realize how closely he's putting his head into the lion's mouth here.
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Was magic like some sort of perfume for Achilles? He watches as a shadow overtakes the silhouette of the room, instinctively knowing what came next. It was mana that kept him alive... so if he were hungry, he would come looking for it like this were a wild hunt. Ryuji doesn't realize how closely he's putting his head into the lion's mouth here.
He crosses his arms.]
Dramatic entrances are lame.