[ This response... it's better than he could have hoped for. Mostly because it's honest. Ryuji knows he's not the smartest guy around, he knows he's not the quietest either. But his strength lies in emotion. He's empathetic, he's kind, he's got too soft a heart for half the things that have happened to him and then some. He can't hold it in him to be more than a brief flash in the pan level of angry at people. But his foot is perpetually in his mouth, obvious in the stuff that happened between him and Morgana. And the stuff that's happening now between him and Akechi.
So, he's here to fix it. Whatever he can do to fix it, that's his goal right now. He can't leave well enough alone and maybe it would've been smarter to leave Akechi alone for the rest of the time here, but it's just not in Ryuji's nature to let things sit. Which is probably why he messed up Akechi's own plan so badly. It would've been a fine plan if Ryuji wasn't here, he realizes that as Akechi describes it. It would've made sense for him to approach the game this way. But Ryuji couldn't let him and that's — that's on Ryuji, for being too volatile, for sure.
Ryuji watches Akechi lean against the door, seeming to curl up on himself a little. His eyes glance at the timer and then back at Akechi. He has so much he wants to say but they have so little time left unless they kiss, but he's not sure if Akechi will agree to it. So, he tries to drill down to what he needs to say before the time can cut him off. ]
I know you wouldn't change anything. But it doesn't mean you deserve bein' both alive and dead. You're only eighteen, Akechi. Neither of us should be dealin' with half the shit we've had to deal with.
[ He sighs. ]
I don't think they're gonna avoid pickin' you. They don't wanna blow it either. But no one's gonna believe the nice boy shit. Even if I didn't fuck it up for you, I don't think it would've lasted. It's too vapid and most of the people here are lookin' for honesty. You don't have to let them in, you don't have to bare your effin' soul or some shit. But you do have to give it to them straight when they ask your opinion on shit. You —
[ The timer goes off then and Ryuji moves quick, his hand pressing out behind Akechi's head to press his palm flat against the door as Akechi leans on it. It's to keep it shut, not wanting the staff to interrupt them yet. It leaves him close to Akechi and he grits his teeth, frustrated ]
I got more to say but I can't unless we kiss. It can be quick or... or I let you go. I'm not gonna force ya to stay, you gave me the five minutes I asked for.
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So, he's here to fix it. Whatever he can do to fix it, that's his goal right now. He can't leave well enough alone and maybe it would've been smarter to leave Akechi alone for the rest of the time here, but it's just not in Ryuji's nature to let things sit. Which is probably why he messed up Akechi's own plan so badly. It would've been a fine plan if Ryuji wasn't here, he realizes that as Akechi describes it. It would've made sense for him to approach the game this way. But Ryuji couldn't let him and that's — that's on Ryuji, for being too volatile, for sure.
Ryuji watches Akechi lean against the door, seeming to curl up on himself a little. His eyes glance at the timer and then back at Akechi. He has so much he wants to say but they have so little time left unless they kiss, but he's not sure if Akechi will agree to it. So, he tries to drill down to what he needs to say before the time can cut him off. ]
I know you wouldn't change anything. But it doesn't mean you deserve bein' both alive and dead. You're only eighteen, Akechi. Neither of us should be dealin' with half the shit we've had to deal with.
[ He sighs. ]
I don't think they're gonna avoid pickin' you. They don't wanna blow it either. But no one's gonna believe the nice boy shit. Even if I didn't fuck it up for you, I don't think it would've lasted. It's too vapid and most of the people here are lookin' for honesty. You don't have to let them in, you don't have to bare your effin' soul or some shit. But you do have to give it to them straight when they ask your opinion on shit. You —
[ The timer goes off then and Ryuji moves quick, his hand pressing out behind Akechi's head to press his palm flat against the door as Akechi leans on it. It's to keep it shut, not wanting the staff to interrupt them yet. It leaves him close to Akechi and he grits his teeth, frustrated ]
I got more to say but I can't unless we kiss. It can be quick or... or I let you go. I'm not gonna force ya to stay, you gave me the five minutes I asked for.