[That doesn't make sense. This absolutely looks like a kid who got dropped off in the middle of Akihabara, strutting around like he was either a hard core punk or someone that was trying to emulate someone else. His eyebrows curl inward at the crux of his forehead and upward, a little surprised at the lack of ownership to his on-point-makeup.

What's personal space anyway?

Ryuji doesn't know what it is, that's for damn sure, and he raises a thumb up to touch the crease of Akira's eye. Pulling away- no smudge at all, he looks at his thumb with a little bit of incredulity. So... it's a part of him, huh? That strikes him as odd, but he drops it. He's not really into making fun of the way people look just for the sake of a chuckle, especially not when it's a feature of their appearance, and not a choice.]

Ah, nothin'. I thought you were wearing makeup. You got really cool lookin' eyes. [Because he's half DEVIL half MAN, but, details.] A...anyway.





I think I'm about to drown. [That dark smirk. It can only mean one thing.]