[look, if it were up to Dave? Ryuji would have a different kigurumi for every day of the week. maybe ... even a few extra on standby, just to keep things fresh.]
[thank god it's not actually up to Dave. but he makes a noise that sounds an awful lot like he's trying to hold in a laugh at the inventory backpack comment, which is about as much of a non-answer as he can possibly give. common sense did win out in the end, of course, and the monkey jammies are where Ryuji last left them, but you'd never be able to tell just from Dave's reaction.]
[and maybe he means it as a joke to begin with, in an attempt to diffuse any last shreds of awkwardness or nervousness that he's feeling. it's true that he seems to have found a state of amused, increasingly sleepy zen, but the way his heart just keeps thudding rapidly as it was before is sort of betraying him.]
[so he moves on, giving himself other things to focus on to calm the pretty wild party happening in both his chest and ears. like asking about the floating finger. he idly traces one of Ryuji's shoulderblades with his fingers, too, finding somewhere to redirect the last traces of nervous energy.]
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[thank god it's not actually up to Dave. but he makes a noise that sounds an awful lot like he's trying to hold in a laugh at the inventory backpack comment, which is about as much of a non-answer as he can possibly give. common sense did win out in the end, of course, and the monkey jammies are where Ryuji last left them, but you'd never be able to tell just from Dave's reaction.]
[and maybe he means it as a joke to begin with, in an attempt to diffuse any last shreds of awkwardness or nervousness that he's feeling. it's true that he seems to have found a state of amused, increasingly sleepy zen, but the way his heart just keeps thudding rapidly as it was before is sort of betraying him.]
[so he moves on, giving himself other things to focus on to calm the pretty wild party happening in both his chest and ears. like asking about the floating finger. he idly traces one of Ryuji's shoulderblades with his fingers, too, finding somewhere to redirect the last traces of nervous energy.]
Guess my main question about it is what the hell.