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[Wow, this is a whole lot of zen coming from Dave, and he's mildly impressed at how he's really nailing that Yoda master thing down. Even more apt, considering Ryuji's going at it with a fluorescent light stick, but what can you do? Aside from the free arm tugging downward at the bottom of his shirt to see if his body comes down with it. He's highly interested in knowing whether or not his boyfriend can double as a basketball.

It's a really good question. Why would anyone be desperate to make out with him?]

See, that's one of the like, the bajillion things I like about you. Can't sit still while people are getting stuck in the corner like it's a really bad Unreal engine game.

[Or, the actual answer, that he has that innate need to help people when they're in need.

Sounds like the station is in some desperate need, too, and as much as he'd really, really... really want to just continue this date like the lights going out doesn't even matter at all, he figures they can't just Trek Wars train about in the observation deck. Which sucks, but what can you do, really?]

Guess we'll have to take a rain check on the kissin' thing. [Ryuji, don't mention it by NAME.] And maybe the date thing too. I'm thinkin' this place needs a jump start and I dunno anyone else who can pikaryu the shit out of things around here.

[And again he finds himself in a position of "just five more minutes would've been nice," which seems like a constant thing in the cosmic basketball game that is Ryuji getting clockblocked at every good opportune moment to have a moment of peace with Dave.]

[pchooooo — there go all his hopes and dreams, deflating him like a balloon when the whole thing gets called off. which .... yeah, that’s still pretty apt, especially so as he straightens, feet finally settling on the floor. he’s a deflated Dave balloon that’s no longer floating.]

[it’s not anybody’s fault; it’s not like paying for the space utilities is in either of their realms of control. hell, it’ll most likely be funny as fuck later on, when they make it to round two or three or whatever dates they have that don’t end up in blackouts. and Dave’s not mad, either, just. deflated — it had been nice, even with the whole cow pie brouhaha. and he also has his nakodile brain that’s still nakking aggressively at him about why didn’t you just kiss him when you had the chance you dingus!! now that the nakodile brain knows the snogging’s officially been canceled.]

Yeah. All right. [he bites his lip, before settling his features down into the usual flat expression.]

What’re you gonna do exactly?

[He doesn't really take it as mad either, but sort of disappointed? Literally grounded in the wake of everything getting pushed off to the side for a bit, and Ryuji has a hard time just letting things be. Even worse when there's that gut feeling in his stomach that he should try to make things a little better than they actually are. He used to get that same pang every time serious shit went down in his group of friends, and hung onto joking to lighten the mood.

Uh, well, he's out of jokes once he made his own trademark lightscimitar jokes, and honestly? He has no fucking clue where to begin with the electricity out, and it's equally hard to think of something when Dave's biting his lip like that? Like, what the fuck, his hormones are already staging a coup d'etat on him, complete with pointy sticks and effigies of Ryuji's modesty burning in protest. Hrm.]

Shit. Well. Kinda hard to know at this point. But I'm guessin' whatever's goin' on has to have something to do with the control room. So maybe start lookin' there.

[But first, he's going to wrap an arm around Dave's shoulder and resolve the deflated balloon in the air. Steadied by that, he'll turn his flashlight off for a second and just. Aim to plant a kiss on his cheek anyway.

Which, thank god for the lack of light so that he can't see that bright red face, but Ryuji's quick to let go afterward and step to the side to try and fade into the darkness, mysterious like and all.]

That is, if you can find me.

[ah, being introduced to the family ... Dave is pretty sure he knows exactly how Ryuji meeting Rose would go.]

i mean ive seen her before
she was just asleep

[which reminds him, he's never really told Ryuji his origin story, has he? boy, that's. that's going to be a weird conversation. and he can only hope he wouldn't screw up meeting Ryuji's mom like he screwed up meeting John's mom — you know, he pretty much immediately called her a hot mom.]

is that your gut feeling then
taking her offer
does that sound like whats supposed to happen
like is it the correct version of events
not tryin to make that decision for you
thats yours to make you know
whether you want my opinion or not and im pretty happy that you want it to begin with to be honest
but if i were gonna put my own guts into words
id say its not that i dont think doing what feels right here is a bad move
im just worried
what if it starts off right then veers off into wholly fucking wrong territory
what if something nobody was expecting happens
what if whatever goes completely tilted cant be undone

thats all though
you know how i feel about you dude
just maybe think about it some more before you accept

What — [yeah, he got one of them squishy cheeks all right. but it's more like a quick kiss to Dave's cheekbone, since he was in he middle of turning his head to look in Ryuji's general direction. luckily, the shades are still on the top of his head, otherwise Ryuji would be smooching a pair of accessories right now.]

[............]

[okay, yeah, he'll definitely take it?? but it's a double-edged sword, a blade that both gave Dave what he wanted and just riled him up even more, especially when Ryuji backs off, leaving him standing there alone with nothing but his hormones and a scorched face.]

It won't be that tough to find you, you've got like only one volume setting. [he even sputters a little when he says it, the same way he did that one time Ryuji electro-mussed with his hair.]

And I'm gonna. Right after I fumble my way in the dark and dunk myself in the pool.

[which is to say ... congrats, dude, for making Dave have to go and take a cold shower.]

[Please don't call Mrs. Sakamoto a hot mom, dude. At least not in front of Ryuji. Or to her face. Or at all, really???]

Dude, I dunno. I don't have those time instincts like you do. For me, it's just like. Feeling something's right, just at the moment before jumpin' into the water, and it kinda feels like that right now.

But there ain't no way to know if this does end up in the wholly fucking wrong territory kinda way.

Yeah, thanks. I'm gonna think about it some more.

[A few moments pass before this one comes blaring up Dave's communicator.]

Hey, dumb question but I still wanna hear the answer to it. If I did grow like, 2 extra legs or something, you'd still wanna be with me, right?

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[Dave's not WRONG about that, but it doesn't sit well with Ryuji, who bites back at him, providing a good idea of his location from his voice. Which... also defeats the purpose of the entire batman in the dark theme he has going for him.]

Oh, dude. It's gonna be all hells sort of tough to find me. I'm gonna vanish like a thief in the night.

[Okay, so he's not exactly that miffed about the entire thing, and the pool comment bounces on his head as it flies past him- because his instinct here is to...]

If you drown, I'm gonna kill you when you come back to li-

Oh.

[Heh.

Nice.

Ryuji feels pretty damn accomplished with that! And he'll start heading toward the doorway, turning his flashlight back on so that he doesn't whiff right into it face first. So much for his stealth roll. If the station's going to fuck up his date, though, he's determined enough to figure out a way to fix this shit. It was a pretty damn good date, all things considered.]

You're kind of losing me here...
I thought you were human? Isn't there supposed to be only one "you"?

you mean regular human legs
or are we talking something like horse legs

[Ryuji ... Centaurmoto]

nah youre fine bro

I dunno, depends on how bad I wanna hoof it I guess

Either way, aight. I'll stop horsin around and get my noggin a goin'

unless youre actually destined to become a horse
then again
if you did then wouldnt that mean that everything you do automatically qualifies as horsin around

anyway are you busy
could use your help on something

Neigh, dude, it insists it

Yeah sure what's up

[oh my god ... this isn't a watch call, but maybe Ryuji can still hear him groaning at all the awful horse puns from wherever Dave is on the station.]

im in the mess hall

[and that's the only intel he's offering, apparently.]

god if you wanna get technical
and nah dude theres like an endless number of versions of people
all across different timelines and shit
its not really anything like what youre describing though
cant exactly hop into a shiny new dave body when this ones used up
not usually anyway if the goin theory is that were all in different bodies here
but if you happen to be in the right corner of space it isnt unusual to run into them

[It's definitely instinctual, the way he knows those puns are so deeply loved by everyone around him, completely oblivious to the fact that everyone pretty much can't... stand them. And with a cheeky grin, he looks down at his watch and fires back a casual reply.]

Be there, uh, as quick as the elevators can take me.

[On his way out, he grabs his school bag, both straps of the somewhat worn satchel placed over his shoulders, despite the fact that this definitely isn't a Jansport at all. He's got some contraband to share that he's forgot about up until Dave said mess hall.

And about five minutes later, give or take a few extra seconds for the elevator jazz music to die down a bit, he's poking his head into the cafeteria. Dave, as ever, is easy as shit to spot, and he waves as he approaches. If he's sitting, Ryuji will pull up a chair and plop his ass down.]

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[Ryuji's pretty great at standing out in a crowd himself? usual access to hair bleach or not. but nah, he's not sitting, he's just standing next to a table, a plate of the usual toast set there, as he'd apparently planned to sit himself down to eat. he lifts a hand to wave back.]

Hey.

[but then, before he could enjoy a helping of space toast, something suddenly came up. literally. his open palm closes, save for one finger pointing straight up.]

[because there appears to be clothing stuck to the ceiling.]

H...ey. [His eyes follow Dave's upward pointing gesture, not sure what he's just signed himself up for. And when he sees what's dangling up there, he's not sure he's ready to believe this hardboiled bullshit that's going on.]

Seriously? Is this forreal?

[It hits him that they're probably being actively haunted again. Which is dumb as balls, because it's been at least a week since Ryuji flushed anything completely egregious down the toilet. A WEEK.]

Oh hell no. Not this goddamn bullshit again.

[Again.]

When Hajime was havin' a movie night, I tossed a piece of popcorn up in the air to catch it in my mouth and it just started floatin' up in the air like the shit was possessed.

[He wanted to eat it so badly! Ryuji chased it around until Hajime caught his attention and he lost focus of it. Still had no idea that the only reason it was going down like that was because of Jedi magic tricks.]

[No?]

....

[Do they know the same Hajime Hinata?]

[Project?]

What is this... project of which you speak?

[in all fairness, the first time Dave ever met Hinata, he tried to convince him that he committed a space crime and had been sentenced to life in space jail, so ... highly important things like talent have not really been brought up in casual conversation.]

I think it's this thing where you wear a lab coat and carry around a clipboard and you work on your science fair project. And there are a bunch of sassy teenagers standing around for some reason.

I dunno, though, dude, that was like five months ago, I don't really remember if he elaborated further than that.

[it's no wonder the ghosts are out to get them, considering all the crimes against toilets they commit, probably to the detriment of both the station itself and the other poor bastards on board the thing with them.]

Huh. Did you ever catch it?

[he needs the denouement here, Ryuji, help a bro out. did the popcorn live to float on and become a stale kernel lodged in the ceiling or what?]

[... wait, hang on. focus, Dave.]

I'm gonna go fetch whatever that is. I mostly just wanted a witness.

[Gundam frowns. None of that sounds familiar at all, but at the same time that's to be expected when you can't remember anything that happened in high school.

Maybe he'd never have any sort of recollection. Maybe it's a Reserve Course event.

Maybe he should get Hajime to talk about himself more.]

... Nevermind.

[None of this has to do with what Dave asked.]

Hope's Peak Academy is the high school we both attended.

My attendance would have been a time passing trifle in the grand scheme of my existence. As if a Supreme Overlord's abilities could ever be bound by the earthly title of "Super High School Level Breeder."

...

Yet unlike Hajime Hinata, I have no recollection of any of the time I spent there. I can only recall our first day. Our time in the actual school was brief as the very fabric of time and space was abruptly torn asunder before our very eyes.

Since that time the Singularity, myself and our classmates have been stranded upon an island lost in midst of an yielding blue abyss.

You're not pulling my leg, are you? I mean, alternate universes are probably real considering everyone here, but...

No...

[He looks so dejected when he says it, like he had just come up second in a race he really wanted to win. Sure, he had an entire bowl of popcorn with equally delicious treats to devour wholly, but none of them were as tantalizing as his white whale. He'll never know, either, that it wasn't the ghosts doing it. Unless Hajime told him.]

It was the one that got away.

[Speaking of getting away, this doesn't really have anything to do with the clothing just hanging from the ceiling. He should probably do the floating thing and take it down. He'll be Dave's cheer boy from the sidelines. Witness.

It's definitely more amusing than mulling over the pros and cons of accepting a contract with an unknown devilish entity.]

Anyway. I'll spot check you, dude. Like lighting weights, you gotta have a guy to make sure you don't end up like that scene in Billy Bonka where the kid starts flyin' up to the ceiling fan and has to burp to get down.

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