#❛ ✖︎ — th — ryosuke. °

[silkchvffon]

another one for @invcntions.

HE SLIPS INTO THE HOUSE UNNOTICED, as he usually does. discards of his ripped, bloodied shirt and finds someone else's thrown onto a chair — by the scent ryo guesses it's juke's. he's used to the routine of washing up, tending to his gashes and wounds — he'd just been running through the woods, clearing his head, when the bear had attacked. animals did usually find his confusing nature provoking and so this doesn't surprise him as much as it inconveniences him. pain heals. his head, however, is still not cleared. he's sat on the living room floor when he senses the other's presence. « i am not in the mood for games, nintendo, » he declares, eyes shut. « i am meditating. »