[ He's had quite a bit of time to sulk and mope as much as he wants by his lonesome in his room, playing the lyre idly and not caring whether the music disrupted his neighbours or not. He doesn't think when he plays - it's a way of cooling off because he can shift his focus and concentrate on something productive instead of stewing in his anger and letting it build.
That anger has ebbed away and his mind is rational by the time Ryuji has thought about his "mistake".
He opens the door, holding the lyre in his free hand. He stares down at Ryuji impassively at first, before letting his features soften. ]
I shouldn't lost my temper with you. [ Just right to it. ]
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That anger has ebbed away and his mind is rational by the time Ryuji has thought about his "mistake".
He opens the door, holding the lyre in his free hand. He stares down at Ryuji impassively at first, before letting his features soften. ]
I shouldn't lost my temper with you. [ Just right to it. ]