[He doesn't bother with the reply. Ryuji's a man of action, and this calls for exactly that- what he's good at. He tells Dave to hold on and makes his way from the 4th deck to the 3rd, gloves and (definitely not 50) mushrooms theoretically in hand.
3.15
That's awfully close to 3.14. Isn't that supposed to be some magic math number? His knock is his announcement of arrival, like waiting for a plane at an airport. ETA: RIGHT NOW.
Is he wearing his school uniform? Because if he is, Ryuji scratches the area right under his nose, smirking.]
[He ended up with the room right in the middle, like the average, boring boy he is. A protagonist should have a room on the end, but that's just not his luck this canon point.
Hajime sure is wearing his old school uniform; he's relaxing in the comfort of his own room, he doesn't have to worry about people looking at him funny for having new clothes.
He also has the gloop gun in his pocket, though he pauses at that smirk, mildly apprehensive.]
[Mild apprehension is pretty good to have around Ryuji, because right now, he's examining Hajime up and down and determining how the rest of his exchange should play out. He has something Ryuji wants, so Ryuji should probably play nice and not tease the other too much, right?
Lucky for the unlucky protagonist in front of him, however, there's no shenanigans or antics planned anyway.]
You look good like that.
[Prim and proper, kind of fits him- none of this grimy jumpsuit shit. He hands out the gloves, as proof, that he was planning on doing the smart thing and not the Dumb Thing, but there's also no absolute guarantee that either Dave won't be stuck to the floor, or Ryuji, the ceiling. Things can happen. Circumstances can change.]
[Why is he looking at him like that... Hajime tenses, ready to defend himself against an onslaught of teasing. And then abruptly not ready to deal with a compliment, his cheeks flushing a light shade of pink as he laughs with embarrassment.]
Ah, thanks. It's just my old uniform from Kodaka High... I found it in the sink.
[Because, you know. That's normal. But fine, he's taking the gloves and realizing he doesn't know what to look for. Hopefully the fact that they're non-porous? Yeah, that seems right.
But okay, after examining them, he hands them back and pulls the glue gun out of his pocket. How he fits things in the pockets of those tight jeans, only God knows.]
[Sometimes you just have an extra dimensional pocket rift in your skinny jeans. Doesn't everyone? The lyrical stylings of Katy Purry (don't sue us, please) waft into his ear. Something about teenaged dreams and skin tight jeans. Something like that.
Get that shit outta here.]
In the sink? [That's not normal. That's really? Not normal? But okay, Ryuji doesn't want to deal with an existential crisis on why suddenly, things are popping up everywhere from a universal road trip, multidimensional side step away. He'll come back to this later.]
Dude.
I'm made of stupid ideas. That's a given. [He hopes Haru doesn't notice a pair of gardening gloves missing, though.]
But if it helps ya sleep at night, I promise I'll keep livin' on. Just for you. [Gives a hearty thumbs up.]
Yeah... it was pretty weird, but I don't want to question it too much.
[At least it was easier to find than his Game Girl sitting in the mess hall. He sighs and runs a hand through his hair, shaking his head at Ryuji's... enthusiasm?? For stupidity.]
Yeah, yeah. Have fun with your quest, Protagonist.
[Ryuji, a reckless adventurer, then finally finishes his long chained fetch quest, finally holding the glue gun. He looks over at Hajime, softened a little bit in his features.]
Thanks, man.
[It goes to his head a little bit. Protagonist. He's really anything, but... in the end. But it still feels nice to hear it. He doesn't really know how to express his gratitude at the other playing along, so he curtails it short.]
Well. Yeah. See you in the credits, dude! [And hightails it out of there before he starts getting too inflammatory with this ridiculous metaphor of quests and missions.]
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I think it might help us get a grip on a...
[He's not going to say it. Every single time he types in that word, it comes out in comic sans. He's not doing it. No.]
That item lodged into Dave's toilet
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tell me your plan isn't to glue your hands to the weapon dave decided to flush down the toilet for some reason
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[He opened the door for this.]
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[Very, apparently.]
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you know, unless you WANT your hands covered in glue and/or stuck to that weird thing for at least a week
[DON'T ask him why he knows how long it takes for stuff to come off skin.]
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Lookit you. Smart as hell
Bein' all smart and shit
So how'd you know it lasts a week
[Too late???
What did you glue your hands to, Hajime? How embarrassing was it?]
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don't worry about it. there's probably gloves with one of the toolkits. get those and then i'll give you the glue gun
[Can he decide on one thing to call it? No.]
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Ryuji Ryujison. Sounds like a clone. Is Hajime sure he wants that to happen in this universe?]
...Are you SERIOUSLY SENDING ME ON A FETCH QUEST
Goddamn NPCs
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yeah yeah, get me 10 mushrooms while you're at it
[EXCUSE YOU, he is the PROTAGONIST.]
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You're talkin' to me like I'm some level 3 fresh outta the starter city
I've been places
I've done shit
I even saved the princess and dude I'm ready to pull the Master sord outta the stone
GOD DAMNIT
WHY DOES IT DO THAT
Screw this I'm getting the gloves.
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FIFTY mushrooms for such a high-leveled hero
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How many BEES and BOARS I'm gonna have to kill to make that happen?
Oh wait, they're like 10 hp. Nothing but a pitiful massacre waiting for that starter zone
Oh, no PVP you say?
Watch me
[This is embarrassingly nerdy, but he does find a pair of gloves, in the end.]
Okay Mr. Worryass, I got the damn gloves
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Mr. Worryass, though...]
oh good. make sure they're thick enough so the glue doesn't leak through them and stick them to your hands anyway
[...Okay, maybe he deserves that title. SHSL Mom.]
i'm in room 3.15
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3.15
That's awfully close to 3.14. Isn't that supposed to be some magic math number? His knock is his announcement of arrival, like waiting for a plane at an airport. ETA: RIGHT NOW.
Is he wearing his school uniform? Because if he is, Ryuji scratches the area right under his nose, smirking.]
Hey.
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Hajime sure is wearing his old school uniform; he's relaxing in the comfort of his own room, he doesn't have to worry about people looking at him funny for having new clothes.
He also has the gloop gun in his pocket, though he pauses at that smirk, mildly apprehensive.]
Hey. Let me see the gloves.
[Like this is some kind of illegal transaction??]
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Lucky for the unlucky protagonist in front of him, however, there's no shenanigans or antics planned anyway.]
You look good like that.
[Prim and proper, kind of fits him- none of this grimy jumpsuit shit. He hands out the gloves, as proof, that he was planning on doing the smart thing and not the Dumb Thing, but there's also no absolute guarantee that either Dave won't be stuck to the floor, or Ryuji, the ceiling. Things can happen. Circumstances can change.]
You got the gun? I got the goods.
[Shady as fuck.]
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Ah, thanks. It's just my old uniform from Kodaka High... I found it in the sink.
[Because, you know. That's normal. But fine, he's taking the gloves and realizing he doesn't know what to look for. Hopefully the fact that they're non-porous? Yeah, that seems right.
But okay, after examining them, he hands them back and pulls the glue gun out of his pocket. How he fits things in the pockets of those tight jeans, only God knows.]
Alright, here. Try not to do anything stupid.
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Get that shit outta here.]
In the sink? [That's not normal. That's really? Not normal? But okay, Ryuji doesn't want to deal with an existential crisis on why suddenly, things are popping up everywhere from a universal road trip, multidimensional side step away. He'll come back to this later.]
Dude.
I'm made of stupid ideas. That's a given. [He hopes Haru doesn't notice a pair of gardening gloves missing, though.]
But if it helps ya sleep at night, I promise I'll keep livin' on. Just for you. [Gives a hearty thumbs up.]
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[At least it was easier to find than his Game Girl sitting in the mess hall. He sighs and runs a hand through his hair, shaking his head at Ryuji's... enthusiasm?? For stupidity.]
Yeah, yeah. Have fun with your quest, Protagonist.
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Thanks, man.
[It goes to his head a little bit. Protagonist. He's really anything, but... in the end. But it still feels nice to hear it. He doesn't really know how to express his gratitude at the other playing along, so he curtails it short.]
Well. Yeah. See you in the credits, dude! [And hightails it out of there before he starts getting too inflammatory with this ridiculous metaphor of quests and missions.]