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[rubyeyes_ryuhou]

[Ryuhou is sitting by the fountain, practicing the petit perception visual training that Leto had begun to teach him. He concentrates on various people as they go about their daily lives and conversations, trying to pick up on subtle visual cues.]

[...of course, the thought bubbles above nearly everyone's heads keep throwing him off. Finally he sighs and breaks his concentration, looking up at the sky.]

At least I'm trying. Maybe I'll go see him later. [Ryuhou's thoughts switch from text to an image of shirtless Leto before he quickly tries to think of something else. His Alter. Sparring with Kazuma. Sparring with Leto. Leto shirtless again.] Oh hell. [He focuses hard and manages to visualize his workout kata, picturing himself going through the motions.]

Comments

[rubyeyes-ryuhou.livejournal.com]

So this is my fault, then? Interesting.

[screw-the-rules.livejournal.com]

All I know is that I didn't have any of these stupid balloons floating around over my head 'til you piped up--so yeah, it's your fault.

[And now Kazuma's thought bubble presents an image of him shoving that dunce cap up an improbable part of Ryuhou's anatomy.]

[rubyeyes-ryuhou.livejournal.com]

Maybe that just means you don't think very much.

[screw-the-rules.livejournal.com]

Not true--I think about kicking your ass a lot.