He'd never learned where Mondo was staying the last time the other had hung up on him; calling him and accosting his voicemail is the best Ryuji can do short of pounding on doors until he hits the jackpot. He's tempted to do the latter, and dead set on the former.]
Pick up, you bastard--
[A mutter to himself as it rings, the sweat of the night's unconscious adventures still cooling on his skin.]
voice | backdated to the night of Sept 6th
He'd never learned where Mondo was staying the last time the other had hung up on him; calling him and accosting his voicemail is the best Ryuji can do short of pounding on doors until he hits the jackpot. He's tempted to do the latter, and dead set on the former.]
Pick up, you bastard--
[A mutter to himself as it rings, the sweat of the night's unconscious adventures still cooling on his skin.]