[If he thinks hard enough, he can almost recall Yoyogi in crystal clear image, albeit a bit blurred from the way that he never spent time just sitting still there when there was jogging to do. The hues of ginko trees in the autumn were always somehow stuck in his recollection of the place, more than the cherry blossoms that exploded into bright pinks during the death of winter.
But Dave's talking about trees, and that's where his mind is at.]
When I used to run back in Yoyogi, I'd always make sure to pass by these trees that had, like, the most goddamn beautiful gold leaves in fall. It was... it was something else, man. Maybe I was so into competing back then that the color reminded me of winning. I never really wanted to go back home after I saw 'em.
[There's a lightness to his voice when he says it, and talking about this is like the time when he was sitting with Dave, listening to music through split earbuds.
That's why you remix songs, right? Getting too attached to something that was supposed to be comforting and looking back at it, years later, to realize that those memories served a self-fulfilling role that had soured the experience. He wishes he could take Dave to see those trees. Top tier skrillex shuffle- breathe life into something he loved and give it a new context. Whether he knew it or not, Dave and him were constantly composing over the notes that had always been there for Ryuji, creating and destroying simultaneously.
And even though Dave had closed a lot of distance between them, Ryuji's thinking that it's not enough as he extends his hand from behind his head to flatten out, encroaching more of their shared space to invite him to go right ahead and use him as a pillow.]
Ohh... yeah. Kinda. There's a thing in Tokyo we call the rainy season. Tsuyu. [He stops for a second, wondering how Dave interpreted the sound of the word he just said. It has a translation, but the connotation isn't the same.] You, uh, you heard that right, right? Tsuyu... it means plum rain. 'Cause that's when plums are the most ripe. That ain't important, though, it's just. It's pretty hot, but the humidity's the worst. From June to July you're practically swimming in your own sweat. Your balls get permanently glued to your leg.
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But Dave's talking about trees, and that's where his mind is at.]
When I used to run back in Yoyogi, I'd always make sure to pass by these trees that had, like, the most goddamn beautiful gold leaves in fall. It was... it was something else, man. Maybe I was so into competing back then that the color reminded me of winning. I never really wanted to go back home after I saw 'em.
[There's a lightness to his voice when he says it, and talking about this is like the time when he was sitting with Dave, listening to music through split earbuds.
That's why you remix songs, right? Getting too attached to something that was supposed to be comforting and looking back at it, years later, to realize that those memories served a self-fulfilling role that had soured the experience. He wishes he could take Dave to see those trees. Top tier skrillex shuffle- breathe life into something he loved and give it a new context. Whether he knew it or not, Dave and him were constantly composing over the notes that had always been there for Ryuji, creating and destroying simultaneously.
And even though Dave had closed a lot of distance between them, Ryuji's thinking that it's not enough as he extends his hand from behind his head to flatten out, encroaching more of their shared space to invite him to go right ahead and use him as a pillow.]
Ohh... yeah. Kinda. There's a thing in Tokyo we call the rainy season. Tsuyu. [He stops for a second, wondering how Dave interpreted the sound of the word he just said. It has a translation, but the connotation isn't the same.] You, uh, you heard that right, right? Tsuyu... it means plum rain. 'Cause that's when plums are the most ripe. That ain't important, though, it's just. It's pretty hot, but the humidity's the worst. From June to July you're practically swimming in your own sweat. Your balls get permanently glued to your leg.
[He's... so eloquent...]