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[softspokenlandlord]

Of course I did. We're family, and family helps each other! Sometimes the difference between misery and recovery is something simple, so...

[...He realizes that the Ring-Spirit's staring at, well. The Ring, and suddenly he feels put on the spot, so Ryou trails off and seizes the cord of the Item, tugging it gently over his head and off of him before gently setting it on the table.]

Here...it's yours.

[Not his.

(not anymore)

Never his.]

[improvking]

[ In response, the Ring-Spirit just. raises the bowl with one hand and chopsticks in the other. with a look of faux-surprise. ]

Oh, my hands are full~

[softspokenlandlord]

[He's being made fun of, isn't he?]

W-well, doesn't make it any less yours...did you want me to put it on you or something?

[Well, that didn't sound very nice, did it? Ryou sighs, a long exhale.]

...Sorry, I mean...do you want me to? Really, I could.

[There. Better tone delivery.]

[improvking]

[ The Ring-Spirit snickers, but with a teasing grin, not an outright mocking one. He tips his head at the floor beside him. ]

Just set it there, it can wait. Not like it's ~holy~ or anything, the ground won't hurt it.

Sit with me? I'd let you in, but it really does smell vile in there. I think we need to get more salt or something, decontaminate the place.

[softspokenlandlord]

[Ryou sighs, then sits next to the Ring-Spirit, deciding he'll hold onto the Ring because he can't imagine simply setting it on the ground like it's any old thing.]

You know, normally I'm the one who ends up possessed. It's weird seeing it the other way around.

[Scary, honestly. He doesn't like it.]

[improvking]

[ The Ring-Spirit grins wryly as he starts in on the okayu. ]

And yet you're not the one who craves head-company... I probably have some kind of spiritual beacon over me now that I'm not the one hitching a ride.

It's not the first time something like this has happened here. This batch of spirits is the first time the entity involved's been so stifling while at it though...

[ They remind him of what it was like back when Mahaad wore the Ring, to be honest. ]

[softspokenlandlord]

I think we've established that head-company might be acceptable in the right circumstances.

[He let you in when he was upset, didn't he?

Ryou settles in a legs-crossed position, his tail curling around him. The barb's much easier to see this close--it's bright and shining, like gold. Funny, that.]

...Why did you choose a die? Of all the items you could have chosen for your phylactery...that's what you went with?

[improvking]

H-heheh... you're amenable to it. "In the right circumstances", as you said. That's hardly the same level of... [ he pauses, trying to think of a better term, before giving in with a shrug and using the term he'd first thought of anyway: ] ...desperation.

[ He hesitates again at the question, looking uncomfortable. ]

I... don't know?

[ (Liar.) ]

I didn't pick it on purpose. It just sort of... worked out that way.

[ That much is true. He fidgets with the chopsticks. ]

[softspokenlandlord]

[Ryou doesn't seem convinced by that response, but he eases back, because he's not going to press the issue while the Ring-Spirit feels like warmed-over garbage. Instead, he extends his feathered wing, brushing against the spirit's arm.]

And here I thought you didn't like when people played their stories by the dice. That's not really making a character, it's just depending on probability.

[It's an attempt to lighten things a bit.]

[improvking]

[ The Ring-Spirit smirks a bit a that, playfully jostling the wing back. ]

H-heh, maybe it was karma for harping on about it.

[ He appreciates being let off the hook for however long that'll last. Mood slightly improved, he gets to work on the food in earnest. ]

[softspokenlandlord]

[He's more than allowed. Ryou encourages it with a bit of silence, contenting himself with watching the Ring-Spirit eat. He sincerely hopes the food was sufficiently tasty, he'd probably have done it better with more time, but he had tried his best anyway.

After a few long moments though, he breaks the silence.]

Do you, uh. Do you like it?

[improvking]

[ The Ring-Spirit nods before he answers - he has to swallow this mouthful before words will work... ]

Mhm! You're a good cook, always have been.

[ Indeed, the bowl is now basically emptied... maybe another bite or two. ]

[softspokenlandlord]

[Before he can stop himself, Ryou lets out a rather embarrassing prrt noise, which is a content sound but also makes him look away, flustered. It's a kind compliment, and he's not always used to that from the Ring-Spirit. Sometimes their conversations were just...awkward as fuck.]

H-haha...thanks. I mean...I wanted to do something nice. You always bring me nice things when I don't feel great.

[improvking]

[ The Ring-Spirit grins crookedly, giving Ryou a fond look. ]

Well, I've got a lot more to make up for... so... [ He also looks away again, feeling somewhat awkward himself, but happy all the same. ] ...h-heh, it's appreciated.

[ And the bowl is empty! ...He keeps hold of it, unsure whether to set it down or not. ]