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.]
There really isn't... I guess? It's been part of my routine for too long, it's odd to suddenly stop.
[Practice. There's nothing odd or peculiar with the wording choice, but he can't help but wonder... It may or may not be just his imagination, but it feels like he might be relating something with Ryousuke?
It would be a very awful lie to say he has any kind of idea how serious his housemates think of baseball. Ironic as it is, but school clubs and activities are alien concepts to him. For starters, it seems like they're all long ingrained to some sort of regimen and routine. Athletes usually start since they were young, right?]
... How long have you and Haruichi been playing baseball? If you don't mind me asking.
[Sugane wouldn't be wrong in thinking that. Had he completely disagreed, it would have been a little insulting.]
So don't stop. [Swinging a bat isn't all that different from a sword, is it? Either way, you're swinging around a hunk of metal, ingraining the motions into your body until they become automatic. It started with Tetsu, but they'd all instilled the habit deep into their bones, carrying them through their three years at Seidou. Even now, he can't afford to stop.
He falls quiet, throwing his head back to face the ceiling again. It's been a while.]
Since elementary school. My parents were always supportive of it, and Haruichi followed not long after. [as always.]
[And he's back to refocusing on Sugane. The 'why?' is unspoken.]
[Going by Ryousuke's age, that means he's been playing the sport for six years, or even more. He lets out a faint hum as he thinks, well maybe it really isn't entirely that different.
However, he quickly snaps out of it, Ryousuke's probably wondering why that question suddenly came up.]
-- ah, sorry, it seemed like a question out of nowhere, doesn't it? It just seemed like you're accustomed to routine and practice.
[Honestly, what kind of answer he expects from Ryousuke other than that?]
I don't think I have anything to disagree with that assessment.
[He pauses for a moment.]
It's a good thing however, I couldn't help but wonder before since I never experienced it. To be that serious of something and consciously choosing that path from the very start, I mean.
[Kind of. It's his choice in the first place whether to stick being a hero or not yes, but he still wouldn't be able to arrange for J.J. extracting his NOTE out.]
[Playing baseball may have been his own decision, but a much younger Ryousuke signing up for little league for the first time would never have known he'd come to love the game so much.
When Haruichi became entangled in it, to the point where there was no separating his brother from baseball - that's when he had dedicated himself entirely.]
[He thinks about at times. Truth to be told, he likes to imagine that J.J. had personally hand picked them with him being chosen thanks to his strong desires to become a hero. But, there's more of those who failed than those who stick around, all evidence seems to point into different directions in regards to J.J.'s choices.]
The NOTE doesn't get plucked out by itself, but our benefactor chose us. Whether you choose to act or not afterwards is by our own choice.
[If he didn't play baseball, no matter where he'd choose to go, no doubt Haruichi would have followed in his footsteps. It was never about baseball initially, but Ryousuke. Even if he wondered about the 'what ifs', there are some things that didn't change all that much.
A Gatchaman though... the way Sugane takes it so seriously, it must have really shaped him as a person.]
[Ouch. Ribbing him with his dirty secret. Though, he has to admit the reality of it; him being a Gatchaman out in the open must had some influence as to why he finally graduated.
But he isn't going to admit this openly any time soon.]
I suppose I would have, and I would also picked a completely different path. Like say, joining a sports club.
[Sugane put himself in a corner in this case, lying about his age and attending school in the same year. Being a hero must've meant less time for normal everyday things like classes and sports clubs.]
You could have played baseball.
[He's up, taking another invisible practice swing, then glances over his shoulder, entertaining the idea of Sugane as a teammate or opponent.]
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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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[Practice. There's nothing odd or peculiar with the wording choice, but he can't help but wonder... It may or may not be just his imagination, but it feels like he might be relating something with Ryousuke?
It would be a very awful lie to say he has any kind of idea how serious his housemates think of baseball. Ironic as it is, but school clubs and activities are alien concepts to him. For starters, it seems like they're all long ingrained to some sort of regimen and routine. Athletes usually start since they were young, right?]
... How long have you and Haruichi been playing baseball? If you don't mind me asking.
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So don't stop. [Swinging a bat isn't all that different from a sword, is it? Either way, you're swinging around a hunk of metal, ingraining the motions into your body until they become automatic. It started with Tetsu, but they'd all instilled the habit deep into their bones, carrying them through their three years at Seidou. Even now, he can't afford to stop.
He falls quiet, throwing his head back to face the ceiling again. It's been a while.]
Since elementary school. My parents were always supportive of it, and Haruichi followed not long after. [as always.]
[And he's back to refocusing on Sugane. The 'why?' is unspoken.]
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However, he quickly snaps out of it, Ryousuke's probably wondering why that question suddenly came up.]
-- ah, sorry, it seemed like a question out of nowhere, doesn't it? It just seemed like you're accustomed to routine and practice.
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[And- you've lived with him for how long now?]
Anyone without resolve can't hope to get anywhere.
[the grass is green, the sky is blue, and ryosuke is rly serious about baseball.]
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I don't think I have anything to disagree with that assessment.
[He pauses for a moment.]
It's a good thing however, I couldn't help but wonder before since I never experienced it. To be that serious of something and consciously choosing that path from the very start, I mean.
[Kind of. It's his choice in the first place whether to stick being a hero or not yes, but he still wouldn't be able to arrange for J.J. extracting his NOTE out.]
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When Haruichi became entangled in it, to the point where there was no separating his brother from baseball - that's when he had dedicated himself entirely.]
You didn't choose to be a Gatchaman?
[That's what he's getting out of it anyway.]
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[He thinks about at times. Truth to be told, he likes to imagine that J.J. had personally hand picked them with him being chosen thanks to his strong desires to become a hero. But, there's more of those who failed than those who stick around, all evidence seems to point into different directions in regards to J.J.'s choices.]
The NOTE doesn't get plucked out by itself, but our benefactor chose us. Whether you choose to act or not afterwards is by our own choice.
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[If he's here now, it means he chose to act.]
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I don't regret my decision, but sometimes I can't help but wonder...
[That little wistful part of him that wonders how drastically different his life would be if he's just a regular guy.]
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A Gatchaman though... the way Sugane takes it so seriously, it must have really shaped him as a person.]
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Maybe you would have graduated highschool when you were supposed to.
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But he isn't going to admit this openly any time soon.]
I suppose I would have, and I would also picked a completely different path. Like say, joining a sports club.
[He would be terrible at baseball.]
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You could have played baseball.
[He's up, taking another invisible practice swing, then glances over his shoulder, entertaining the idea of Sugane as a teammate or opponent.]
Things are fine as they are, now.
[is this a double sided compliment...]
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... what position would I play in baseball?
[Because he still firmly believe he would be awful playing baseball.]
Anyhow, it's only a food for thought, I wouldn't really change my anything given the choice to go back in time.
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