[That's.. weird. Usually when he says something like that to Achilles, he fires something back, at least an acknowledgment or a condescending stare. He doesn't hear anything back from him, so he turns to see what the heck is actually going on in here. Ryuji approaches, ready to grab him and start telling him that they need to get moving, that they don't have enough time to just sit around and stare at art all day--
But his expression is what tips him off, and he stands next to him for a second, looking at what Achilles was looking at too. And, honestly, he doesn't really get what's going on here, but seeing him lift his hand up to the painting and just be caught so... enraptured with it, catches him off guard as much as the other had been surprised by the existence of this piece.
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But his expression is what tips him off, and he stands next to him for a second, looking at what Achilles was looking at too. And, honestly, he doesn't really get what's going on here, but seeing him lift his hand up to the painting and just be caught so... enraptured with it, catches him off guard as much as the other had been surprised by the existence of this piece.
He reads the plaque below it as well. A funeral?]
Yo... yo, you okay?