[ He swore that if this plan went south for any reason, it wouldn't be because of him.
He still swears that now. Swears a lot, under his breath.
The trouble started on a relatively routine run into Mementos. He and Akechi had landed next to each other in the back seat, and in what everyone else would swear was just being jerked around by the normal turbulence they kept knocking into each other's space. Into each other's legs. Into each other's ribs.
By the fifth time it happened Ryuji's reserves of good faith were running dangerously low, and he may or may not have started leaning into all the road bumps sending his knees and elbows in Akechi's direction.
It was either a miracle or a serious lapse in judgement that the only one left behind to keep an eye on them in the car during some more specialized recon outside was the car himself.
Because it doesn't take long before there's no more turbulence to blame when limbs go where they shouldn't. ]
Would you quit that shit already!?
[ Punctuated with a jab to Akechi's side, not forceful enough to harm but enough to get the frustration across. ]
[ The audacity of this loud mouthed idiot to find fault in him when it all started with his splayed limbs hitting Akechi at every turn. An 'accident' only happens once. The others don't seem to get jostled around like ragdolls or at least maintain enough decorum to not-
Fight back.
Not that Akechi is fighting at all. He's too cramped in this goddamn vehicle and he isn't paying attention. If he's attacking Sakamoto, it's his own psyche doing it beyond his power.
A shame that his psyche compels him to attack again when it's only the two of them stuck in the back. ]
My apologies. [ A hint of mockery in a prince's tone - something long dropped, but it presses buttons all the same. ] Here I thought you wanted a fight. You seemed eager while all your friends were here. A shame that bravado was lost the second you're alone.
[ Ooooh, that tone already makes his own even angrier. Sitting so high and mighty on an undeserved throne and he wants nothing more than to knock this asshole down right into the proverbial moat.
He doesn't. He leans in more than he probably should in order to get his point across, but he doesn't throw another limb. ]
You were the one who started takin' jabs at me like it was your job in the first place!
As if I'm so petty. You're the only one that immature here.
[ Sakamoto gets close - enough to make Akechi uncomfortable when he knows any provocation will fall on him to take responsbility for. He promised to play along, play nice, play his part in a team - he didn't promise to take this shit lying down.
The Monabus is hot. Skull's breath makes it worse.
He lets his words linger and the moment, the second, the millisecond after Ryuji's mouth opens again, if it does-
Akechi throws a hand up to cover Sakamoto's mouth with a clawed hand and squeezes. ]
[ Ryuji Sakamoto is not a fountain of good ideas. He's a fountain of impulse, especially when anything or anyone is trying to plug that fountain up, defiance only fueling it further to push whatever annoying-ass stopper is in his way.
Which is to say, he'll realize it isn't a good idea to double down against Akechi's hand on his mouth with teeth in a minute or so.
Right now he's going for it, fire in his eyes as he bites down and pushes forward, forward, as if daring Akechi to keep trying to hold him back. ]
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OOOOOOOOOOOOH IT'S A BIRTHDAY LEXY PILE!!!!!!!!!!!
He still swears that now. Swears a lot, under his breath.
The trouble started on a relatively routine run into Mementos. He and Akechi had landed next to each other in the back seat, and in what everyone else would swear was just being jerked around by the normal turbulence they kept knocking into each other's space. Into each other's legs. Into each other's ribs.
By the fifth time it happened Ryuji's reserves of good faith were running dangerously low, and he may or may not have started leaning into all the road bumps sending his knees and elbows in Akechi's direction.
It was either a miracle or a serious lapse in judgement that the only one left behind to keep an eye on them in the car during some more specialized recon outside was the car himself.
Because it doesn't take long before there's no more turbulence to blame when limbs go where they shouldn't. ]
Would you quit that shit already!?
[ Punctuated with a jab to Akechi's side, not forceful enough to harm but enough to get the frustration across. ]
OHHHHHHHHHHHHH I GNAW ON YOU AND GNAW ON YOU
Fight back.
Not that Akechi is fighting at all. He's too cramped in this goddamn vehicle and he isn't paying attention. If he's attacking Sakamoto, it's his own psyche doing it beyond his power.
A shame that his psyche compels him to attack again when it's only the two of them stuck in the back. ]
My apologies. [ A hint of mockery in a prince's tone - something long dropped, but it presses buttons all the same. ] Here I thought you wanted a fight. You seemed eager while all your friends were here. A shame that bravado was lost the second you're alone.
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[ Ooooh, that tone already makes his own even angrier. Sitting so high and mighty on an undeserved throne and he wants nothing more than to knock this asshole down right into the proverbial moat.
He doesn't. He leans in more than he probably should in order to get his point across, but he doesn't throw another limb. ]
You were the one who started takin' jabs at me like it was your job in the first place!
[ Yet. ]
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[ Sakamoto gets close - enough to make Akechi uncomfortable when he knows any provocation will fall on him to take responsbility for. He promised to play along, play nice, play his part in a team - he didn't promise to take this shit lying down.
The Monabus is hot. Skull's breath makes it worse.
He lets his words linger and the moment, the second, the millisecond after Ryuji's mouth opens again, if it does-
Akechi throws a hand up to cover Sakamoto's mouth with a clawed hand and squeezes. ]
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Which is to say, he'll realize it isn't a good idea to double down against Akechi's hand on his mouth with teeth in a minute or so.
Right now he's going for it, fire in his eyes as he bites down and pushes forward, forward, as if daring Akechi to keep trying to hold him back. ]
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The shock of him biting like a rabid dog makes him reel back, for a second. His back hits the bus.
And only a second.
The pressure from Skull's bite is felt through the few small openings in his armor. The few sections of cloth on his hand and-
He squeezes Ryuji's face as hard as he can and lunges forward to shove him into the other side of the Monabus.
There's a Knock it off! - shrill and all compassing. He doesn't give a fuck what that stupid cat says. ]
If you're going to act like an animal, I'll muzzle you like one. Your friends will consider it an upgrade, I'm sure.