Even drenched and covered with slime as he is, partially reeling from getting some very questionable swamp water splashed down his gullet, he's still cracking up, unable to scrub from the backs of his eyelids the image of Ryuji hitting the water face- and belly-first. If he were actually hurt, the situation would be much different, but it didn't seem there was any bigger hit than his ego and his hygiene. In that case, in Akira's eyes, it was all free game.
He's trying to brush the sludgy water off of his face when Ryuji approaches, looking up through the finger-spaced streaks on his face and the holes in the pool net and giving the other young man a wide, toothy grin.] Yeah, I know.
[He takes it as a compliment.
By this point Akira's managed to get most of the stuff off of his face, but he lacked the perspective to see the damage that had been done to his hair. He grows still when Ryuji reaches out, looking off to the side to see what it was he'd separated from him. Gnarly. He looks up to the blond, eyes bright and grateful.] Thanks, dude. [He considers trying to clean up the rest of his hair the best he can, but... he decides he might just make it worse, and leaves it for the inevitable shower he'll have to take after all of this.]
Hm?
[He'd dunk him if he had any inkling that it was a joke, but he doesn't. As it is, he's just confused.] What are you talking about? I don't wear that stuff.
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Even drenched and covered with slime as he is, partially reeling from getting some very questionable swamp water splashed down his gullet, he's still cracking up, unable to scrub from the backs of his eyelids the image of Ryuji hitting the water face- and belly-first. If he were actually hurt, the situation would be much different, but it didn't seem there was any bigger hit than his ego and his hygiene. In that case, in Akira's eyes, it was all free game.
He's trying to brush the sludgy water off of his face when Ryuji approaches, looking up through the finger-spaced streaks on his face and the holes in the pool net and giving the other young man a wide, toothy grin.] Yeah, I know.
[He takes it as a compliment.
By this point Akira's managed to get most of the stuff off of his face, but he lacked the perspective to see the damage that had been done to his hair. He grows still when Ryuji reaches out, looking off to the side to see what it was he'd separated from him. Gnarly. He looks up to the blond, eyes bright and grateful.] Thanks, dude. [He considers trying to clean up the rest of his hair the best he can, but... he decides he might just make it worse, and leaves it for the inevitable shower he'll have to take after all of this.]
Hm?
[He'd dunk him if he had any inkling that it was a joke, but he doesn't. As it is, he's just confused.] What are you talking about? I don't wear that stuff.