[Jeeze, Ryuji's acting like he's a dangerous guy with a record or something. He's the one who even brought up making out! He'll freeze like a wax statue and look offer him a look, as though Ryuji had just asked him to solve a complex wonder of the world.
There's no way Futaba could tell; especially not with the way the weather's suddenly picked up, a light pitter-patter making itself known against the cafe.]
She's busy with Morgana right now. [Assuming she's even awake. Yeah, the purpose of video taping something is, 70% of the time, to watch it later on, but he's fairly confident that Futaba's moved onto more important things...as he's been trying to assure him all along. He doubts she's even interested in hacking his phone anymore, for example. She's different, in a very not-so-different way. It's hard to pin down, more of a feeling. Something subconscious about s-links.]
She won't blackmail her own teammates. She doesn't have a reason to blackmail me, unless you've done something to her....
[A single hand seeks out his hip this time, a forefinger seeking out a beltloop to hold him in place, rebounding already.]
Or, just try and keep quiet.
[Because in theory, if she were to bug the place, he's sure she'd do it through webcams or phone apps instead of going through the trouble of installing stationary cameras.]
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There's no way Futaba could tell; especially not with the way the weather's suddenly picked up, a light pitter-patter making itself known against the cafe.]
She's busy with Morgana right now. [Assuming she's even awake. Yeah, the purpose of video taping something is, 70% of the time, to watch it later on, but he's fairly confident that Futaba's moved onto more important things...as he's been trying to assure him all along. He doubts she's even interested in hacking his phone anymore, for example. She's different, in a very not-so-different way. It's hard to pin down, more of a feeling. Something subconscious about s-links.]
She won't blackmail her own teammates. She doesn't have a reason to blackmail me, unless you've done something to her....
[A single hand seeks out his hip this time, a forefinger seeking out a beltloop to hold him in place, rebounding already.]
Or, just try and keep quiet.
[Because in theory, if she were to bug the place, he's sure she'd do it through webcams or phone apps instead of going through the trouble of installing stationary cameras.]