[Frankly it's a miracle Ryunosuke doesn't blow his cover. Not because he has any intention of ratting the poor guy out, but because his expressions are so often such an open book to anyone who looks at him, it's clear as day that he's spooked about something.
Somehow, he manages to get through his meeting with Lord Stronghart without any questions being raised on the matter of his behavior. Thank goodness for that, because facing the Lord Chief Justice without Susato-san around to handle the conversational pleasantries and translate Ryunosuke's stammering for him is stressful enough as is... To say nothing of the fact that the man holds Ryunosuke's future and career in one finely gloved hand...
Sadly he has less progress to show for his study efforts than usual, mostly owing to how his thoughts the last few days have been consumed by that late night encounter, turning it over in his head. It's one thing to tell himself that he'll just have to trust Kazuma and be patient for answers, but it's another to live day to day with the uncertainty, oscillating wildly between hope and disbelief, wondering if he might have just imagined the whole thing somehow.
Well... Now he knows for sure that he didn't. But seeing Lord van Zieks, of all people, in such company... That's certainly a surprise. Ryunosuke isn't sure what to make of that whole arrangement yet, but it is at least a relief to know that he has some means of contacting the man, should he ever need to...
...Actually, no. That's a chilling thought. Wouldn't that require calling upon Lord van Zieks outside of court? Yikes.
He's walking down the street thinking this over (sufficiently distracted from his bad habit of post-Stronghart bric-a-brac purchasing, for once), when he does start to get the eerie sense that he's being... Watched. After his encounter with those thugs the other night he's suitably more leery about being alone after dark, but he can't actually see anyone in the vicinity--]
MMMPHH--!
[It's a good thing he speaks up as quick as he does, the urgent demand for quiet in that familiar voice prompting Ryunosuke to break off his alarmed protests with a confused squeak. He stops trying to squirm to free, but he does still try to twist to catch the other man's eye with a meaningful look. His eyes are wild, blown wide open, his nostrils flared; he seems to be asking, what the hell, man?!]
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Somehow, he manages to get through his meeting with Lord Stronghart without any questions being raised on the matter of his behavior. Thank goodness for that, because facing the Lord Chief Justice without Susato-san around to handle the conversational pleasantries and translate Ryunosuke's stammering for him is stressful enough as is... To say nothing of the fact that the man holds Ryunosuke's future and career in one finely gloved hand...
Sadly he has less progress to show for his study efforts than usual, mostly owing to how his thoughts the last few days have been consumed by that late night encounter, turning it over in his head. It's one thing to tell himself that he'll just have to trust Kazuma and be patient for answers, but it's another to live day to day with the uncertainty, oscillating wildly between hope and disbelief, wondering if he might have just imagined the whole thing somehow.
Well... Now he knows for sure that he didn't. But seeing Lord van Zieks, of all people, in such company... That's certainly a surprise. Ryunosuke isn't sure what to make of that whole arrangement yet, but it is at least a relief to know that he has some means of contacting the man, should he ever need to...
...Actually, no. That's a chilling thought. Wouldn't that require calling upon Lord van Zieks outside of court? Yikes.
He's walking down the street thinking this over (sufficiently distracted from his bad habit of post-Stronghart bric-a-brac purchasing, for once), when he does start to get the eerie sense that he's being... Watched. After his encounter with those thugs the other night he's suitably more leery about being alone after dark, but he can't actually see anyone in the vicinity--]
MMMPHH--!
[It's a good thing he speaks up as quick as he does, the urgent demand for quiet in that familiar voice prompting Ryunosuke to break off his alarmed protests with a confused squeak. He stops trying to squirm to free, but he does still try to twist to catch the other man's eye with a meaningful look. His eyes are wild, blown wide open, his nostrils flared; he seems to be asking, what the hell, man?!]