"I'm going to come over for a while…I want to talk with you and I don't think it's the sort of conversation to have over the phone."īefore he told Ryuji what their father wanted, what he had said, he wanted to see how his brother was- Find out what he was doing and who he knew. He was silent for a moment, looking out the window before he shook his head and looked back at the trains floors. Takajiro nodded, though he knew his brother couldn't see that, and sighed slightly into the phone. His brother had always been a minion of his father in the mind of Ryuji he was someone who would always do his fathers bidding. In the twenty-two years he’d been alive, they’d never really had a real conversation about anything. The blonde haired man sighed and leaned back on his couch, not quite sure what else to say to his brother. “I’m okay, you know, seeing as what an asshole we have for a father.” “Thanks, bro.” he commented softly and sighed. He’d only heard them so far from Daisetsu that day. Happy birthday those words made Ryuji happy. He didn't know how he was going to give the other boy their fathers decree. The older man honestly wouldn't blame him if he was but he wanted to keep things slow and simple if he could. He didn't say, yet, that he was coming over just incase the other boy would be opposed to the idea. "Um…I'm just calling to see how you are and wish you a Happy Birthday?"
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He was pleasantly surprised that his brother had answered the phone, though now he had no idea how to proceed. "Hey." Takajiro likely would have kept his voice soft as well except for the fact he was on a train and people were rarely silent- he had to speak up or else Ryuji would not be able to hear him. Yet, something inside him reminded him that his brother had never been hostile to him and he answered the phone. Every ounce of sense he had was telling Ryuji not to answer the phone. When he got the call he glanced at his phone. By the end of the night though, Ryuji had to go home for Daisetsu had to work in the morning and he had class himself. The student had been so distraught from the time he’d spent with his family he’d spent the majority of the evening with his lover. Maybe the other boy would answer him when he wouldn't answer the phone when their father called. That, in all, was a blessing to the man- to get out of whatever else Yusuke had planned to dish out.Īfter a little consideration the doctor boarded the train that would take him to the area Ryuji lived around and took out his cell phone to try calling his brother himself. Now, however, he was permitted to leave after a few more sharp words and a message he was to give the younger boy the moment he found him. He had attempted to get up the moment after his brother had fled the house only to be shot down with a look and a sharp tug on his sleeve by his wife. Takajiro was able to excuse himself only after his father tried calling Ryuji for over ten minutes.