[Ryuunosuke's not sure what he was expecting, but this definitely wasn't it. He's not sure what that thing is, but it's obviously part of Tsukiyama as opposed to some sort of weapon. He's completely speechless by the time Tsukiyama's done with his magnificent display, and when he offers to let Ryuunosuke look at it, he rises quietly.
The first thing he does is reach out to touch it. It's not like flesh at all, but he didn't expect it to be. He runs his hands down it, eyes wide and shining with barely-contained glee. The next order of business once he's gotten the feel of it is to examine how it's connected to Tsukiyama, so he paces around to look at Tsukiyama's back. It certainly looks painful, but he trusts that Tsukiyama wouldn't lie to him. He's kind of tempted to poke it, but instead he circles back around so he can attempt to lift the thing and see the underside.]
This is...
[He seems a bit started by his own voice, like he hadn't realized he was so quiet.]
Tsukiyama, this is-- it's... oh man, I don't even have words for how cool this is I mean it's--
[He loses his train of thought though and continues poking the shield-thing curiously. For once his eyes don't look dead as hell, even if he is handling this like a literal five year old.]
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The first thing he does is reach out to touch it. It's not like flesh at all, but he didn't expect it to be. He runs his hands down it, eyes wide and shining with barely-contained glee. The next order of business once he's gotten the feel of it is to examine how it's connected to Tsukiyama, so he paces around to look at Tsukiyama's back. It certainly looks painful, but he trusts that Tsukiyama wouldn't lie to him. He's kind of tempted to poke it, but instead he circles back around so he can attempt to lift the thing and see the underside.]
This is...
[He seems a bit started by his own voice, like he hadn't realized he was so quiet.]
Tsukiyama, this is-- it's... oh man, I don't even have words for how cool this is I mean it's--
[He loses his train of thought though and continues poking the shield-thing curiously. For once his eyes don't look dead as hell, even if he is handling this like a literal five year old.]