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Erina leads the way, strolling confidently. Even this late at night, nobody would be stupid enough to mess with her. Her reputation was pretty solid around here.

"Yeah....especially considering that poor woman over there...."
He gestures towards the woman in the blue dress.

"Maybe....although why they'd pick me of all people....I mean, I'm good at handling myself, but...."
He gestures to Sera and then the apparent giant living rock.
"I'm....not exactly a superhero."
>They'll LOVE me.<
>I'd say no, but....I have a feeling I'll need you.<

Ryuto looks around awkwardly; not every day he had someone asking about him, after all.
>Tch. A pretty girl asks you some questions and you start breaking apart at the seams. We've been at this for two years, you manchild!<
>Could you be quiet, please? I thought we agreed, you'd stay asleep for another hour!<
>I'm bored! I'm cooped up in your head half the fucking time, what did you expect? Why don't you let ME have a talk with her? Maybe I'll stutter less.<
>Yeah, and then you'll make me look like an utter psychopath!<
>I AM a psychopath! What did you expect, me to go all mushy mushy on her?<
>Just....be quiet.<

"Uh.....hehe....it's a....well, I don't really want to talk about it. It's not that important, anyway."

"Well. Real for one. Fight supervillains, keep the peace, etc.. Most have superpowers of some kind, although tech-based heroes aren't odd. Main difference from the comic books that I know of is the Heroic Union, which is sort of an organization that manages superheroes- tells them when there's trouble, provides for them, the like."

"That....that sounds pretty cool."

Ryuto blinks.
"A.....superhero? Like a comic book superhero?"

Ryuto takes it in stride, noting it for later. He gives her a smile, more to reassure himself than her.
"Yeah. Nice to meet'cha. A friendly face in a place like this always helps...."

"H-handle myself. Right. Yeah. I can do that. Thanks."
He pulls himself to his feet, dusting his shirt off. The boy looks away, rubbing the back of his head and looking away embarrassedly.
"Sorry about that."