[Hajime's mouth is open, ready to refute with a no, what're YOU doing?! but Ryuji continues to speak, and suddenly, Hajime's heart rises into his throat and his grip loosens around Ryuji's wrist.
He's still wearing the mask, Hajime notes absently, even as the wispy bits of (Persona? That's his Persona, right?) fizzle out. But he doesn't need to see most of Ryuji's face to understand what he's saying. A list of dead high schoolers? Murder trials?]
W-What...? --Gyah!!
[And suddenly there's hams at work. God damn it, you chuuni ass.]
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He's still wearing the mask, Hajime notes absently, even as the wispy bits of (Persona? That's his Persona, right?) fizzle out. But he doesn't need to see most of Ryuji's face to understand what he's saying. A list of dead high schoolers? Murder trials?]
W-What...? --Gyah!!
[And suddenly there's hams at work. God damn it, you chuuni ass.]