[ It's funny, when he thinks about it. A month ago, two, Ryoji felt his weakest— and he wouldn't have believed any of Akira's words. Now, when he's less desperate to hear these words of comfort, now is when he can accept them and hold them close and believe them.
So. He's definitely got to win this race, hanging onto the reins of his Chocobo and pressing his face into the feathery back of its neck, laughing as the bird takes off at the starting signal. There's nothing more he can do, riding on the creature's back like this, hanging on as tight as he can and doing his best to not get thrown off.
Like always, he leaves things to fate, enjoying the ride. ]
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So. He's definitely got to win this race, hanging onto the reins of his Chocobo and pressing his face into the feathery back of its neck, laughing as the bird takes off at the starting signal. There's nothing more he can do, riding on the creature's back like this, hanging on as tight as he can and doing his best to not get thrown off.
Like always, he leaves things to fate, enjoying the ride. ]