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[flyingsolos]

You'll be joining me, right?

[ As she... already digs her spoon in. ]

[purrtagonist]

[as if on cue, he places a second plate of curry on the table]

Of course. I haven't eaten all day.

[Akira]

[flyingsolos]

... Um. Don't teenage boys eat, like... six times a day on average?

[purrtagonist]

No, Ryuji is just an outlier who skews the mathematical results.

[HE'S JOKING]

[flyingsolos]

Only four times, then.

-- More importantly, you didn't eat at all?

[purrtagonist]

[FLAPS A HAND. . .]

I've been a little busy?

[it's fine, he's eating now!!]

[flyingsolos]

A little...

Next time, I'm just going to have to feed you myself.

[ But he's eating now, so that's fine!! ]

[purrtagonist]

A little.

[stuffs a spoonful of curry into his mouth. look, he's fine!1]

[flyingsolos]

[ Fiiiine.

But she's taking a bite and-- ah, she missed this curry. ]

[purrtagonist]

[tell him to make it more often, not just for festivals or when everyone is sick or for dates and other special occasions]

So my Personas are gone again.

[:( his powers flickered out and haven't come back yet]

[flyingsolos]

You too? My power's been going in and out... so flying's been fun.

[purrtagonist]

[uh]

You haven't suffered anymore devastating crash landings, have you?

[flyingsolos]

...

[ GENTLY GLANCING ELSEWHERE. ]

[purrtagonist]

[RION!!!]

Are. . . are you okay?

[flyingsolos]

Yeah, I'm fine! Totally. I learned to stop flying so high pretty quickly, so...

No harm done!

[ Ehe. ]

[purrtagonist]

[squints at her]

Where does it hurt?

[flyingsolos]

... No... where...?

[ g-gosh! ]

[purrtagonist]

Liar.

[he calls her out so casually]

[flyingsolos]

At least pretend to be fooled!!

[ GEEZ. ]

Anyway, it's just my knee.

[purrtagonist]

Maybe another time.

[he seems satisfied with that response]

. . . could be worse. Have you tried icing it?

[flyingsolos]

Yeah... seriously-- [ pausing to eat another mouthful of curry. Then, with a huff: ]

It's not that bad at all.

[purrtagonist]

So that's a "no."

[but he doesn't sound scolding, just amused]

[flyingsolos]

My knee could withstand it if I kicked you.

[purrtagonist]

[huffs a laugh, eyes twinkling. . . before he puts his fork down and stands up, hands linked and lifted above his head in a stretch]

I have an idea.

[flyingsolos]

... Go on.

[ She's not sure she trusts him when his eyes are dancing like that. ]