That was an odd slip to make, considering Ryusei called Kengo by name now, himself. Not close enough for that, then?
... Understandable. Kengo hadn't changed his form of address toward anyone, and the only reason Ryusei had was because his prior personality, the one he used to show the Club, had largely been an affectation. Why should Kengo change the way he called people?
That was the question, though; why then, had Kengo called Ryusei by name? Right upon waking, no less. "Kengo, what do you think I'm talking about?"
To Ryusei, it was obvious, but it might not have been, if Ryusei had been too vague. Kengo's answer had made sense (to an... extent), but Ryusei didn't want any misunderstandings. And if there was a misunderstanding? Uncomfortably, Ryusei shrugged off the thought. He'd get to that when—if—he got to it.
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... Understandable. Kengo hadn't changed his form of address toward anyone, and the only reason Ryusei had was because his prior personality, the one he used to show the Club, had largely been an affectation. Why should Kengo change the way he called people?
That was the question, though; why then, had Kengo called Ryusei by name? Right upon waking, no less. "Kengo, what do you think I'm talking about?"
To Ryusei, it was obvious, but it might not have been, if Ryusei had been too vague. Kengo's answer had made sense (to an... extent), but Ryusei didn't want any misunderstandings. And if there was a misunderstanding? Uncomfortably, Ryusei shrugged off the thought. He'd get to that when—if—he got to it.