[ Of the three topics for discussion, Ryoji only really has one of them: dreams/memories, of which he would have leaned towards the former if very similar memories weren't corroborated with Minako's secondhand experiences of the matter. Trying to find the words to fully and properly explain them, however, is harder when the other person can't chime in with "Yeah, I saw the same thing!" and everybody's on the same page without having to go so in-depth.
So he opts to draw them out. Or tries to. He tries reallyhard. Honestly. The last one is still a work in progress, Ryoji alternating between closing his eyes and trying to visualize, and looking down at the paper and the image disappearing before he can touch the tip of his pen to sheet.
Eventually he pushes the papers away from him and gives up, sliding his arms across the length of the desk he sits at and resting his head on one of his arms. To whoever's sitting nearby, or happens to walk past: ] Talk to me about... whatever's on your mind? [ Whatever they're here for. He needs something to distract himself from his lack of artistic ability, and he might have mumbled something about wishing he had a Timcanpy to project his thoughts directly for people to see, because honestly. ]
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So he opts to draw them out. Or tries to. He tries really hard. Honestly. The last one is still a work in progress, Ryoji alternating between closing his eyes and trying to visualize, and looking down at the paper and the image disappearing before he can touch the tip of his pen to sheet.
Eventually he pushes the papers away from him and gives up, sliding his arms across the length of the desk he sits at and resting his head on one of his arms. To whoever's sitting nearby, or happens to walk past: ] Talk to me about... whatever's on your mind? [ Whatever they're here for. He needs something to distract himself from his lack of artistic ability, and he might have mumbled something about wishing he had a Timcanpy to project his thoughts directly for people to see, because honestly. ]