[The surroundings manifested by the memory are that of a spacious first-class cabin. With wood floors and powder blue walls, it's perhaps modest by some modern standards, and lightly furnished... There is a small seating area where the occupant can take meals, a rather extravagant looking writing desk in one corner... A large wardrobe against another wall, and then a single bed, with a bell-cord dangling from the ceiling right next to it.
Most notably, there's an over-sized steamer trunk laying open on the floor next to where Ryunosuke is standing. A large Daruma doll, a few changes of clothes, and a handful of other personal affects are stashed in there, but not much else. Not anywhere near enough to account for how large the container is, anyway.
Ryunosuke, caught up in the current of the memory, doesn't react to Yzak's question right away. He's grimacing lightly and stretching carefully, all the aches and pains of his experience that day coming back to him as if it had just happened.]
A stowaway... Yes. [An odd smile flickers across his face, with just a hint of triumph.] I still can't believe this plan actually worked. The absolute jackassery...
[He gives the memory of Kazuma an aggrieved look then, recalling what he'd imparted about the harrowing experience of being smuggled onto the ship.]
It was really something else when they brought your luggage in here earlier, though. The way that Russian crewman just tossed your travelling case onto the floor? I thought I was going to die!
[Kazuma grins and laughs again, the corners of his eyes crinkling in an extra adorable way. 'I still can't believe you were able to fit inside my trunk. You must be even less of a man than you look!']
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Most notably, there's an over-sized steamer trunk laying open on the floor next to where Ryunosuke is standing. A large Daruma doll, a few changes of clothes, and a handful of other personal affects are stashed in there, but not much else. Not anywhere near enough to account for how large the container is, anyway.
Ryunosuke, caught up in the current of the memory, doesn't react to Yzak's question right away. He's grimacing lightly and stretching carefully, all the aches and pains of his experience that day coming back to him as if it had just happened.]
A stowaway... Yes. [An odd smile flickers across his face, with just a hint of triumph.] I still can't believe this plan actually worked. The absolute jackassery...
[He gives the memory of Kazuma an aggrieved look then, recalling what he'd imparted about the harrowing experience of being smuggled onto the ship.]
It was really something else when they brought your luggage in here earlier, though. The way that Russian crewman just tossed your travelling case onto the floor? I thought I was going to die!
[Kazuma grins and laughs again, the corners of his eyes crinkling in an extra adorable way. 'I still can't believe you were able to fit inside my trunk. You must be even less of a man than you look!']