[And just like that, this moment of pensive self-reflection: utterly shattered.
Ryunosuke, jumpy as ever, jolts in place and lets out a startled yelp, whipping his head around trying to locate the source of the voice. He lets out another shout at the sight of the little creature making itself cozy on top of his rancid pile of worn casual wear, trying to make sense of what he's even looking at. A... Dog? A talking dog? No. Is that...? Wait...
His brain is already setting off alarm bells, immediately leaping to the conclusion of 'I'm being visited by an actual yokai', even if he doesn't quite think it in exactly those words just yet. The fear is there, is the thing. A weird animal, talking to him in a human voice? That's more than enough to put the panic in a man who oft tends towards the superstitious.
He blindly reaches behind himself and snatches up an umbrella that's leaning against the wall by the door, whipping it up and ready to strike out with, gripped as if it were a katana. He splutters, words coming out faster than his brain can actually think them through:]
Who? What... What ARE you!? And... And how did you even get in here!?
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Ryunosuke, jumpy as ever, jolts in place and lets out a startled yelp, whipping his head around trying to locate the source of the voice. He lets out another shout at the sight of the little creature making itself cozy on top of his rancid pile of worn casual wear, trying to make sense of what he's even looking at. A... Dog? A talking dog? No. Is that...? Wait...
His brain is already setting off alarm bells, immediately leaping to the conclusion of 'I'm being visited by an actual yokai', even if he doesn't quite think it in exactly those words just yet. The fear is there, is the thing. A weird animal, talking to him in a human voice? That's more than enough to put the panic in a man who oft tends towards the superstitious.
He blindly reaches behind himself and snatches up an umbrella that's leaning against the wall by the door, whipping it up and ready to strike out with, gripped as if it were a katana. He splutters, words coming out faster than his brain can actually think them through:]
Who? What... What ARE you!? And... And how did you even get in here!?