[oh thank goodness; he was bit worried he would miss Ryuji before he departed. either way, he enters the kitchen quietly, slipping himself into the space next to Ryuji with elbows resting against the counter]
[he is quiet for a moment, but. . . then he speaks, gentle but audible]
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[he is quiet for a moment, but. . . then he speaks, gentle but audible]
How is your hand?
[punching can hurt. he knows!!]