He's been pacing since he finished lunch and texted Manabu that he was ready. He's pretty sure that Kazuma was ready to throw him out of the apartment if he asked him one more time if he looked all right. He fusses with the sleeves of his dark blue peacoat, pacing around the living room before he finally gets the text message. Ryunosuke swears his heart skips a beat when he reads it, all the color flooding his cheeks before he nods to himself.

He grabs his bag, and tells Kazuma he's leaving, then he's out the door, Fish following behind him. (Apparently, he can't leave the house without his cat. Fish would be rather cross with him.)

It's not long until he's downstairs and greeting Manabu with a smile.

"Hey!" He waves a little, adjusting the bag over his shoulder, hoping the color has faded from his cheeks already. "So, are you ready?"

Was that a silly question? Were his nerves already starting to get to him, he thinks as he squeezes the strap of his bag slightly. Would he be this nervous if it was still just a friendly outing? Though, he supposes it still is a friendly outing, but now it's evolved into something more. A date seemed a lot more weighty.