[maybe there's something to be said about the embarrassing comic book metaphor they keep falling back on, that served as a catalyst that led them to where they're standing right now — because if there's one thing Superman's gotten really fucking good at, it's sweeping Lois Lane right off his feet.]
[and for a second he's trapped between surprise and finally reaching a collapse of the tension that had been building since the first time they tried to kiss, before the power rudely shut off both itself and the date they were having, and a mild internal flailing over what he's supposed to be doing with his hands, and should he try to move his shades out of the way? and.]
[and then those last two thoughts he was fretting over are pretty much flung to the wayside as instinct takes over instead. tension's replaced with an immense satisfaction over finally getting something he's been wanting for months, while they were both still working at their own sedate pace toward it. and even though instinct's guiding his hands right now, they don't really know what they're supposed to be doing either — but one hand does find its way up to Ryuji's head, fingers sliding through hair that may not even be bleached anymore, trying to somehow pull him closer, trying to show that Ryuji's decision to just go for it and kiss him was a move that was more than welcome.]
[who cares if his shades get smudged? Dave doesn't.]
[also, it should be pointed out that this makes Unreal Air a really bizarre version of mistletoe that's as unique to them as ever.]
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[and for a second he's trapped between surprise and finally reaching a collapse of the tension that had been building since the first time they tried to kiss, before the power rudely shut off both itself and the date they were having, and a mild internal flailing over what he's supposed to be doing with his hands, and should he try to move his shades out of the way? and.]
[and then those last two thoughts he was fretting over are pretty much flung to the wayside as instinct takes over instead. tension's replaced with an immense satisfaction over finally getting something he's been wanting for months, while they were both still working at their own sedate pace toward it. and even though instinct's guiding his hands right now, they don't really know what they're supposed to be doing either — but one hand does find its way up to Ryuji's head, fingers sliding through hair that may not even be bleached anymore, trying to somehow pull him closer, trying to show that Ryuji's decision to just go for it and kiss him was a move that was more than welcome.]
[who cares if his shades get smudged? Dave doesn't.]
[also, it should be pointed out that this makes Unreal Air a really bizarre version of mistletoe that's as unique to them as ever.]