[He flashes his NOTE. Alright, he was being ridiculous, but after what the end of November, this morning is nothing but a pleasant surprise all around.]
[He looks on as Sugane's goofy smile gets engulfed in light, replacing it with glowing eyes and a suit of armour. This sort of thing is depicted in tv shows or manga, and Ryousuke's seen his fair share, but this- this is far more impressive. Seeing it in the flesh with first row seats.]
Hmm...
[Ryousuke's already walking a circle around him, arms crossed behind his back, checking out the elaborate armour from all 360 degrees. He even raps his knuckles on the front of his metal chest plate, as if trying to get Sugane to react, under all that metal.]
[A cool trick? He doubts carrying Ryousuke without breaking a sweat impress him like little kids did. Pulling out a katana out of sleeve then? That sounds like a magician's trick...]
But then again, he can't seem to find it anywhere, even after regaining his suit. Probably still in the Landlord's possession, somehow.
Sugane settles for the next best thing. He jumps towards the ceiling and, defying the laws of gravity, lands on his feet.]
Ryousuke's eyes follow the movement, left gazing up at where Sugane's feet meet the ceiling.]
That will be useful, should we ever need to clean the ceiling.
[ And then looks back to the where the approximate area of where Sugane's face should be, under that helmet contraption. The ceiling of the bedroom isn't all that high.]
Don't you usually have a- [He grips an invisible weapon, taking a side swing through the air. It resembles a baseball swing somewhat.] -sword?
[He looks 'up', or where upward is at his current spot. Though, he doesn't deny the idea of cleaning up ceilings in that matter had cross his mind once, or maybe three times.
Sugane blinks however at the mention of his sword. He hasn't quite realize what Ryousuke means just yet.]
Yes, but it's not with me at the moment. The landlord likely hasn't given it to me yet.
[It's tempting to slide his armor's hand open anyways, since it seems kind of horrific enough it might amuse Ryousuke? Though to him, it would just look silly, especially without a sword sliding out immediately after.]
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What promise?
[He knows no such thing!]
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[He flashes his NOTE. Alright, he was being ridiculous, but after what the end of November, this morning is nothing but a pleasant surprise all around.]
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He didn't. But maybe he hadn't expected it so soon.]
Show me.
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Bird... GO!
[The NOTE glows and turn transparent before a flash of light engulfs Sugane, in less than a second, he's back in his armor again.
As it did before, his eyes lights up as well as the rest of the armor glows.]
Well, here's my promise.
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Hmm...
[Ryousuke's already walking a circle around him, arms crossed behind his back, checking out the elaborate armour from all 360 degrees. He even raps his knuckles on the front of his metal chest plate, as if trying to get Sugane to react, under all that metal.]
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... Well?
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[Ryousuke's smile is without condescension, or any edge of malice or underlying intent. It's just that- a smile.]
You really did deliver this time.
[Curling his fingers, he bumps his fist against the front of Sugane's armour.]
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When I give my word, I do my best to keep it as promised. I suppose you can count this as an early Christmas present.
[A light jab back Ryousuke's earlier comment. As for Ryousuke's actual present... well, he'll just have to see later on.]
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[There it is, the sense of humour comes back at full force. Not that it ever left, but y'know.]
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[Not like he isn't starting to adapt to bantering nowadays.]
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[But he's amused.]
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[beaming]
Do a cool trick.
[remember: the best super-mop attack!]
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But then again, he can't seem to find it anywhere, even after regaining his suit. Probably still in the Landlord's possession, somehow.
Sugane settles for the next best thing. He jumps towards the ceiling and, defying the laws of gravity, lands on his feet.]
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Ryousuke's eyes follow the movement, left gazing up at where Sugane's feet meet the ceiling.]
That will be useful, should we ever need to clean the ceiling.
[ And then looks back to the where the approximate area of where Sugane's face should be, under that helmet contraption. The ceiling of the bedroom isn't all that high.]
Don't you usually have a- [He grips an invisible weapon, taking a side swing through the air. It resembles a baseball swing somewhat.] -sword?
[Someone's caught you practicing in private.]
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Sugane blinks however at the mention of his sword. He hasn't quite realize what Ryousuke means just yet.]
Yes, but it's not with me at the moment. The landlord likely hasn't given it to me yet.
[It's tempting to slide his armor's hand open anyways, since it seems kind of horrific enough it might amuse Ryousuke? Though to him, it would just look silly, especially without a sword sliding out immediately after.]
How do you know I use a sword?
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[Sometimes, with the way Ryousuke smiles, it's like he knows a lot more than he lets on.]
That's too bad though. I suppose he doesn't want you to become too greedy.
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He drops back down to the floor-- always landing perfectly on his feet, of course.]
H-have you been spying on me?!
[Never the one realizing he's as subtle chameleon with the wrong camouflage.]
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[it's really not hard to notice.]
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(He's still not apologizing though).]
Then... has it really been that obvious?
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Self conscious, are we?
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N-no, absolutely not!
[Absolutely yes.]
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At least try not to sound so surprised, if you're going to pretend.
[He sits on the edge of the bed, posture relaxed and easy.]
Haruichi and Kuramochi haven't noticed. They haven't said anything, in any case.
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Bird off.
[And with that, the suit vanishes into a blinding light and he's back to regular, armorless Sugane. ]
It's not that I'm bothered or trying to keep it a secret, it's just... [Embarrassing.] A habit.
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Ah, one of those.
[And old habits die hard, don't they? Didn't he say six years? It must be more now.]
There's nothing wrong with that, is there? It's practice.
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