[Ryuji'd probably earn himself a longwinded and weird as fuck pep talk that Dave's known for, if he tried to beat himself up over missing a mark, especially right now. he's kind of figuring the cow pies will be even funnier once the moment's passed, when they're done trying really hard to have a moment.]

[and honestly, if something didn't wind up a little, or completely, off tilt at some point during this date, then Dave would probably just as weirded out as the concept of poo pastries themselves will wind up eventually being. maybe when he was younger he was all about playing up how perfect he was at basically everything, using hubris like a buffing to his coolkid armor, but perfect is pretty much the last adjective anyone should use to describe him, or what he actually wants. and the two of them have had enough of those soul-searching sort of talks with each other that he'd most likely find himself having a hard time trying to put that particular wall back up around Ryuji.]

[so, completely weird and actually pretty damn vulgar, but 100% sincere all the same. doesn't get much Stridamoto than that.]

[anyway, Ryuji's not really doing much to help alleviate the flushing.]

I don't meant this in a like, self-centered douchebag of me kinda way, but it shows? I mean ... I know you'll stop me if I start really going off like a fucking moron here, but I've never had someone think of me enough to put together a picture book space date for me. And I'm just hoping I can figure out how I can properly convey, you know. Thanks.

[not entirely true. he's figuring there's at least one thing, but he's still building up the bravery for that.]

And, uh. I think about you a lot, too. Haven't been lucky enough to find any ramen bowls or music shops, though.

[Dave tilts his head slightly, in the direction of the towels.] You wanna sit?