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[misunderstanding]

[ it's maybe ten PM at the latest, and most bars in NYC are barely just starting to get crowded - but, in ryo's defense, he doesn't typically spend a lot of time in that scene.

so he'll text, which is maybe slightly anachronistic, but shhh. ]

Hey

[ which is maybe the only text he's ever sent without punctuation, but hey, cut him some slack here. he's trying Really Hard. ]

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[misunderstanding]

[ ryo is just going to. sink into his seat and try to melt into it. he isn't sure if everyone's eyes are on him or not, but it definitely feels like it.

eventually, he'll pipe up: ]

You don't think we're gonna get written up for that, do you?

[baddestcop]

Nah. Just Drake might be mad at you because you lost him a bet.

[It's true enough. Drake's grumbling could be heard even over JJ's whimpering and Ted's smugness was silent, but obvious.]

[misunderstanding]

I'm transferring districts.

[ it's not a legitimate or earnest complaint, but just one born of pure embarrassment as he sinks a little further into his seat. ]

People need to learn to mind their own business...

[ but he's keeping an eye on dee now, for once. things had felt - dire, almost. like they were building to a conclusion, one way or another. for a few minutes there, he'd been consumed with the actual worry that he was going to lose dee for good.

he shakes his head after another few moments, standing up. ]

I'm gonna take a half-day. I'll see you after work?

[ it's not like he isn't swimming in sick and vacation time at this point, and he's got a hell of a hangover to nurse into submission before their date that evening. ]