[ Lance barely knows the guy. He knows he's new, knows his name, knows he can handle a gun... that's about it. He was only dropping by because him and Keith had talked about going hunting soon, maybe even as soon as tomorrow, and Ryo doesn't live too far away, and it figures maybe with some more support they could get more done.

So here he is.

He didn't expect-- that. The bloodstained glasses. He's got good eyes, unfortunately good, so he can tell that's what they are, even in the low light. Lance feels suddenly wrong-footed, offkilter. He's not sure what to say, there are a dozen questions buzzing around his head, but none of them seems like the right thing to start with.

... So he doesn't. He stands, and waits, fingers nervously dancing over the makeshift quiver and the ends of his arrows, to the end of his bow slung over his back. Makeshift. Bamboo. He's still learning, but he is learning - as much as he still wishes he had a rifle. He lingers, not sure what to say, what to expect Ryo to say. When he does speak up, Lance jolts just slightly, like he got lost chasing after trains of thought. ]

Hey. Uh. [ A smoke? ....... It seems so outlandish it takes him a moment. ] Not really. I wanted to ask if you wanna come with us tomorrow, we're going hunting. [ Addendum, he's suddenly not sure if Ryo is familiar with the "we" he means here, ] Me and Keith.

But... did something happen?