Okabe's shout is still vibrating in the air, raw, ugly, and jagged enough to exfoliate a man, while the entire red corner goes dead still.
His chest heaves like a busted accordion, sweat pattering off his chin, and his one functional eye wobbles with so much fury it looks like it's trying to detach itself and fight independently
Ryoma, meanwhile, stands there with the unblinking serenity of someone who has fully transcended earthly concerns, including the very real possibility of being punched by his own teammate.
And of course, this, naturally, pisses Okabe off even more.
But Sera moves fast, wedges an arm between them, palm out, trying to herd Okabe back onto the stool like an especially violent farm animal.
"Stop. Both of you. Just stop it already."
Okabe shakes him off, shoulders rising like a bull preparing to argue with gravity.
"Don't tell me what to do! I said I…"
But he doesn't finish, because the crowd has finally connected the dots that 'Something Is Happening'.
