[Maybe it'll just have to be this way, a slow go of things, some Ryuji branded confidence instilled through his usual distemperament. That's fine. They have all the time in the world for this sort of thing.]

No apologies needed.

[Ever, really.]

Hm... Let's see. Read manga. Watch some movies. Play video games. Talk about stuff.

[Most of that was already gone out the window at this point. This was the shittiest rendition of Gilligan's Island in space that he's ever had the displeasure of taking part of.]

Most of the time the talkin' part revolves around girls though. I think this is the part where I'm s'posed to be like "what's your ideal type~?" [He says it in such a cheesey sing-songy tune that he has to stop himself from laughing.]

And the other half it's like. Tellin' ghost stories. Hard to do that when it'd be basically like... readin' from your own diary.