[As he watches, he has to stop and smirk, toothily, watching just the frame of his torso and- erm- mid-frame (not why he was smirking), occlude the entirety of the window before he helps himself in. Ryuji's not exactly the most stealthy person in the world either- look at his choice in weapons: a bludgeoning object and a shotgun, but at least he's not so bad at thievery that he would make himself that unsubtle in his infiltration. But nonetheless, he jeers a chuckle at the scene, only made worse by the fact that his head looked like it threatened the ceiling menacingly close to grazing.
For comparison, Ryuji doesn't have nearly as much of a problem moving around in the attic crawl space that he's been living in for the last few weeks. It's not the most amenable place in the world, but hey, it has the marks of Ryuji's presence all over it. He's about to crack a joke about his horrible entrance when he just casually drops the word he taught him in Japanese. The pronunciation's off, but.
But... fuck. He feels a small amount of affection in his heart towards it, and he scratches the back of his head because, what the hell is he supposed to do about that, of all things?]
Not bad! Sounded almost natural. [He tilts his mast upwards to his forehead so that Achilles can at least see his face.]
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For comparison, Ryuji doesn't have nearly as much of a problem moving around in the attic crawl space that he's been living in for the last few weeks. It's not the most amenable place in the world, but hey, it has the marks of Ryuji's presence all over it. He's about to crack a joke about his horrible entrance when he just casually drops the word he taught him in Japanese. The pronunciation's off, but.
But... fuck. He feels a small amount of affection in his heart towards it, and he scratches the back of his head because, what the hell is he supposed to do about that, of all things?]
Not bad! Sounded almost natural. [He tilts his mast upwards to his forehead so that Achilles can at least see his face.]