[wait, what’s weird about keeping your boyfriend’s severed finger in a jar on your desk?]
[don’t answer that.]
[but there go four simple monosyllabic words, sucking the wind right out of him, swapping it out for a wildly out of control jackhammer instead, as a scenario he’s run through in his head who knows how many times at this point is suddenly not just a thought he’d been having, but very real, and laid out in what little space is left between them.]
[and it isn’t panic, it’s more like a carousel of reactions, kicking off with the thought of god, finally, sweeping back to the first time he really thought about kissing Ryuji in earnest — you know. here on the observation deck, right before Dave had gone and blurted out a similar string of three simple words — and then cruising through all the ways he’s thought about initiating this, then trying to grab on to all the ways he’d imagined he would act cool about it.]
[and fuck if all those ideas on being cool about it just got flung off the ride and out of Dave’s memory. instinct steps in to assume control of this Destinyland metaphor.]
Yeah. [hell yeah, even. there’s no room on this merry-go-round to worry about sounding too excited. he kind of ... doesn’t move for a second, mapping out the movements he figures one might need to be kissed. then, one tiny preplotted thought nudges its way back in and he lifts a hand, sliding his shades up and off his face, resting them on the top of his head. then, he scoots himself upward a bit, so they’re even more at eye level, and turns his head, officially reducing the space between them to basically nothing.]
[he’s right there. their noses could practically be touching. here’s Ryuji’s time to shine.]
no subject
[don’t answer that.]
[but there go four simple monosyllabic words, sucking the wind right out of him, swapping it out for a wildly out of control jackhammer instead, as a scenario he’s run through in his head who knows how many times at this point is suddenly not just a thought he’d been having, but very real, and laid out in what little space is left between them.]
[and it isn’t panic, it’s more like a carousel of reactions, kicking off with the thought of god, finally, sweeping back to the first time he really thought about kissing Ryuji in earnest — you know. here on the observation deck, right before Dave had gone and blurted out a similar string of three simple words — and then cruising through all the ways he’s thought about initiating this, then trying to grab on to all the ways he’d imagined he would act cool about it.]
[and fuck if all those ideas on being cool about it just got flung off the ride and out of Dave’s memory. instinct steps in to assume control of this Destinyland metaphor.]
Yeah. [hell yeah, even. there’s no room on this merry-go-round to worry about sounding too excited. he kind of ... doesn’t move for a second, mapping out the movements he figures one might need to be kissed. then, one tiny preplotted thought nudges its way back in and he lifts a hand, sliding his shades up and off his face, resting them on the top of his head. then, he scoots himself upward a bit, so they’re even more at eye level, and turns his head, officially reducing the space between them to basically nothing.]
[he’s right there. their noses could practically be touching. here’s Ryuji’s time to shine.]