[It's none of his business. It really isn't. But he's worried now.]
Uhm. Shoutei...? Please excuse me.
[Reaching out, he presses his hand to the other Ryou's chest, feeling the hard coldness of the ring through the fabric. Almost instantly he yanks his hand back as if he's been burnt.]
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Uhm. Shoutei...? Please excuse me.
[Reaching out, he presses his hand to the other Ryou's chest, feeling the hard coldness of the ring through the fabric. Almost instantly he yanks his hand back as if he's been burnt.]
Shoutei... are you alright? What happened?!