[With a thumb and a forefinger at his chin, scrutinizing Ryuji's expression, searching for traces of humor or duplicity. There wasn't much of anything like that in his tone of voice, and he seemed genuine by way of demeanor as well. Alright, then. He likes that about a person. Secrets lately have become a big part of Akira's life (an uncomfortable part, but a necessary one, for many reasons), but it's all a bit awkward for him; he's always tended towards being straight-forward and earnest as well, not wanting the complications that came with deceit.
In the end, he accepts his assurances with a nod, his hand dropping to his side. Ryuji, huh? Akira decides immediately that he likes this guy. Call it a gut instinct, and he's learned quickly as of late that he should trust those when he has them.]
Akira. [By way of introduction.
His attention seems immediately incited at the mention of food. Yes, he was absolutely starving (and had been ever since he woke up here), so you got him on the hook now, Sakamoto. Suuure, he could probably find the mess hall himself if he decided to go looking for it, but now it's all a part of the fun. Besides, shouldn't you be investigating things that are weird? The nasty pool water certainly fell under that umbrella. They were doing this for science.
Akira's grin stretches a little wider as Ryuji responds - you'd be surprised what kind of things could give a guy superpowers, dude. Of course, Ryuji would know that for himself...]
If it's the first one, I'm going to haunt your ass.
[Now, the pool is maybe six feet... ten feet deep, at most. Half-full, that means somewhere between three and five feet. As much as doing something stupid like a cannonball would be fun, he wouldn't want to risk it being a lot shallower than anticipated - so he just, as casual as if he were walking down a hallway, walks over the side of the pool. After a short fall he lands with a splash!, bending his knees a bit to absorb the fall. Turns out the water's about four feet deep where he landed, just a bit past his waist.
It's... it's kind of gritty and grimy-feeling, but he's not dead yet. He looks up to Ryuji.]
I CAN ACTUALLY DO IT NOW... ryo doesnt need to know
[With a thumb and a forefinger at his chin, scrutinizing Ryuji's expression, searching for traces of humor or duplicity. There wasn't much of anything like that in his tone of voice, and he seemed genuine by way of demeanor as well. Alright, then. He likes that about a person. Secrets lately have become a big part of Akira's life (an uncomfortable part, but a necessary one, for many reasons), but it's all a bit awkward for him; he's always tended towards being straight-forward and earnest as well, not wanting the complications that came with deceit.
In the end, he accepts his assurances with a nod, his hand dropping to his side. Ryuji, huh? Akira decides immediately that he likes this guy. Call it a gut instinct, and he's learned quickly as of late that he should trust those when he has them.]
Akira. [By way of introduction.
His attention seems immediately incited at the mention of food. Yes, he was absolutely starving (and had been ever since he woke up here), so you got him on the hook now, Sakamoto. Suuure, he could probably find the mess hall himself if he decided to go looking for it, but now it's all a part of the fun. Besides, shouldn't you be investigating things that are weird? The nasty pool water certainly fell under that umbrella. They were doing this for science.
Akira's grin stretches a little wider as Ryuji responds - you'd be surprised what kind of things could give a guy superpowers, dude. Of course, Ryuji would know that for himself...]
If it's the first one, I'm going to haunt your ass.
[Now, the pool is maybe six feet... ten feet deep, at most. Half-full, that means somewhere between three and five feet. As much as doing something stupid like a cannonball would be fun, he wouldn't want to risk it being a lot shallower than anticipated - so he just, as casual as if he were walking down a hallway, walks over the side of the pool. After a short fall he lands with a splash!, bending his knees a bit to absorb the fall. Turns out the water's about four feet deep where he landed, just a bit past his waist.
It's... it's kind of gritty and grimy-feeling, but he's not dead yet. He looks up to Ryuji.]
Well, I'm not dead yet, [he calls out to him.]