Kengo wasn't sure how he'd allowed himself to get so emotional in response, though he knew his outward display was nothing like how he was feeling on the inside. It really was a constant struggle among how he felt he should treat Ryusei, considering how Gentarou had treated him, how he wanted to treat Ryusei, and his pride that only allowed him to do certain things. Everything really was such a huge mess.
Stepping forward, Kengo grabbed Ryusei's arm and turned it just enough that the display would be facing Ryusei and he would be working backwards. It was the same way he had worked with a girl who had been confused over the interface. For now, Kengo tried to ignore how awkward he felt with Ryusei's hand resting on his, giving Kengo easier access to manipulate the object on his wrist. With a quick press of one of the raised areas on the wristband, the program snapped to life and the orange interface covered Ryusei's arm as Kengo's own had worked earlier.
"You should get used to using it. It works like a portable Kaban." It was like a cell phone was in Japan, really. Everyone had one and was always using it for something.
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Stepping forward, Kengo grabbed Ryusei's arm and turned it just enough that the display would be facing Ryusei and he would be working backwards. It was the same way he had worked with a girl who had been confused over the interface. For now, Kengo tried to ignore how awkward he felt with Ryusei's hand resting on his, giving Kengo easier access to manipulate the object on his wrist. With a quick press of one of the raised areas on the wristband, the program snapped to life and the orange interface covered Ryusei's arm as Kengo's own had worked earlier.
"You should get used to using it. It works like a portable Kaban." It was like a cell phone was in Japan, really. Everyone had one and was always using it for something.