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Yusuke puffs out his chest, pitching his voice up as he says, "I'm Ryuji Sakamoto!  The delinquent of Shujin Academy and scourge of Mementos!  I am something of a meat-head, but they don't call me Skull for nothing, as I do an exemplary job of cracking them."

Ryuji sputters.  "Wh--  Is that--  Is that supposed t' be ME?"

"I would say my impression is exemplary, wouldn't you agree?"

"Oh, yeah?!" Ryuji snaps, eyes blazing.  Two could play at that game.  "Well, I'M Yusuke Kitagawa.  I'm some big-shot artist who paints all these fancy-schmancy pictures, trying to capture some kinda essence about...human emotion or some shit, but sometimes I get so caught up in my own work that I forget to eat.  But it doesn't matter because I've already spent the money on MORE EFFIN' ART SUPPLIES."

Yusuke's eyes narrow, and Ryuji can't help the smirk that pulls at the corners of his lips.  "Is that how you see me?"

"What, you gonna argue?"

"Parts are true, I admit," Yusuke says slowly, but Ryuji sees gears turning in Yusuke's head, and it /worries/ him.  "Well," Yusuke pitches his voice back up into his 'Ryuji' range and ignoring the blond's scowl, "I talk a tough game, but somehow I can use every swear word under the sun except 'fuck'."

"TAKE.  THAT.  BACK."

That goddamn sly-ass grin creeps back onto Yusuke's face, and Ryuji is dangerously close to decking him.  (And he probably would if it wasn't so damn /attractive/.)

"Prove me wrong, then."

Ryuji sets his jaw.  "You know what?  Yusuke, you know what?  This is some effin' shit, I don't have to prove a goddamn thing to you."

"Is that so."

"FfffuuuUGH I CAN'T."