[center][h1][color=black]T[/color]OTSUKA [color=black]R[/color]YUSEI
[color=black]戸[/color]塚 [color=black]竜[/color]星[/h1][/center]
[hr][right][color=gray]i'm running out of things to say.
did i ever have anything worth saying to begin with?[/color][/right][hr]

[indent][color=c0c0c0]"You're being surprisingly merciful for a violent delinquent. Shouldn't you be busting down their mailboxes or something?"[/color] Ryusei asked, although it was more of a rhetorical to stall for time while he fished his phone out of his back pocket. He hadn't had much use for the damn thing in times recent—aside from a few cordial texts to his mother and the odd phone call to gramps, there was virtually no reason for him to even have it. Sure, he [i]could[/i] have tried keeping in touch with his friends back in Kobe, but he wasn't making the trip back there any time soon. It would just be awkward to exchange meaningless nothings in a vain attempt to maintain some kind of long distance friendship. It was almost funny, to have what barely passed as a good mood to be soured by something as simple as pulling out a phone, but that was just the state he found himself in.

Lost connections be damned, he raffled off his number shortly thereafter, and made sure to ask for Shiori's in return; he couldn't let her have all the power when it came to making contact, after all. Once he had received the required digits and punched them into his phone under the flattering title of 'Firecrotch', he slipped the device right back from whence it came. Maybe it was all the talking that was getting to him, but sitting around on a much too small swing in the middle of nowhere was making him stir crazy. He kicked up off the ground, putting himself back on two feet with one swift lunge. As he thrust his arms into the air and stretched them to void himself of tension, he spoke again.

[color=c0c0c0]"I'm gonna lose my mind if we sit here whining all day. You got anything left to do? Or should we start walking home?"[/color][/indent]