[As someone who has never heard the sound of a mouse clapping, Ryuji is fucking tickled at it. Really? That's what it's supposed to resemble? He has to cover his mouth to stop himself from chuckling into non-existence for a moment.
And of course, Akira is listening to the latest gossip around town. Even in mouse form, they're rocking the PT motif, and although Ryuji didn't pick up on the direction of a fabled cheese cellar, he lets his bestie pilot him like he's a giant mech (well, giant is a relative term when you think about mouse statures), and heads off in that direction.
Subterfuge abundant, they've gotten themselves embroiled into this mission, and he won't rest until they've figured this shit out. Don't worry, it'll all be gouda in the end. You're welcome.]
Uh...
[Okay, but minor problemo here. This definitely looks like the Black Fist headquarters.]
...
[It would be such a bad idea to try and sneak in.]
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And of course, Akira is listening to the latest gossip around town. Even in mouse form, they're rocking the PT motif, and although Ryuji didn't pick up on the direction of a fabled cheese cellar, he lets his bestie pilot him like he's a giant mech (well, giant is a relative term when you think about mouse statures), and heads off in that direction.
Subterfuge abundant, they've gotten themselves embroiled into this mission, and he won't rest until they've figured this shit out. Don't worry, it'll all be gouda in the end. You're welcome.]
Uh...
[Okay, but minor problemo here. This definitely looks like the Black Fist headquarters.]
...
[It would be such a bad idea to try and sneak in.]
So... you wanna sneak in?
[Goddamnit, Ryuji.]