[Action | Closed to Trooper housemates]
[ Ryo folded his hands over the kitchen table -- thinner fingers and wrists, albeit still calloused from sword use. His t-shirt hung loose from narrower shoulders, as he fiddled with the drawstring of his pants, cinching it tighter. ]
'Think we'd need new... clothes, now?
[ Even his own voice sounded foreign to him, but it was his own lips that moved. He fingered the choppy locks that grew past his chin and hazarded a look over Seiji and Touma, trying to gauge how they were taking their own predicament as it all sinks in... ]