[ Oh, the apartment has its own entryway stars inside... he must have confused the interior entry with the exterior front stoop in his head. The Ring-Spirit supposes that makes as much sense as anything else.
His wings rustles as they readjust themselves uneasily when Jonathan addresses him. ]
Mm... a little too well, maybe...
[ After they're inside, as Jonathan putters with the kettle, the Ring-Spirit finds he can't sit still and begins to pace. Should he just... start? How? ]
Tch...
I...
[ Oh, he hates saying this. It's easier when it's Ryou, and even then it's still difficult. ]
...I'm... s-sorry -[ (he hates that word so much) ]- about... trying to kill you, before.
[ He could probably get away with blaming it on the Shade-ifying, but... ]
I'm sorry this is so old now adfsdfa
His wings rustles as they readjust themselves uneasily when Jonathan addresses him. ]
Mm... a little too well, maybe...
[ After they're inside, as Jonathan putters with the kettle, the Ring-Spirit finds he can't sit still and begins to pace. Should he just... start? How? ]
Tch...
I...
[ Oh, he hates saying this. It's easier when it's Ryou, and even then it's still difficult. ]
...I'm... s-sorry -[ (he hates that word so much) ]- about... trying to kill you, before.
[ He could probably get away with blaming it on the Shade-ifying, but... ]