[There's a few things that he knows about Dave because he knows a good deal about himself, and sometimes it's scary how incredibly in sync their tendencies typically lean into and dictate their social behavior. It's not something that Ryuji realizes outright, not like he sits up at night thinking about how similar the two of them are; but he has instincts to guide him and he knows that with the fever running rampant across the station and all his friends already succumbing to it, there's a really good chance that Dave is holing himself up in his room. Doing the same thing Ryuji would've done, too, laying low and waiting for this shit to subside so that he didn't have to be a burden to anyone else but himself.
But... yeah. They were kind of going through things together in more than a sense of just co-orbiting the same events and trying to pull each other up out of the slums of backstreet horror that seemed to slap its way into their lives once a month. An unwanted guest, for sure, and maybe Ryuji was too, the way that he heads down the length of the hall with some radio silence to embolden his resolve to just... be with Dave, honestly. Going through things together, in the sense that they were sort of together, and that being said, established titles or not, he didn't think anything of knocking on his door and being an insistent pain in the ass. He was cold, his head hurt, and holy shit- he looked at himself after his morning shower and the skin around his heart was turning a deep maroon, almost black, along the veins in his body. He was trying his best not to freak out about it, after last month, when he freaked out about it so bad that he started hallucinating and running from literally anyone that came near him.
So here he is, in his jumpsuit because it's warmer than what he has otherwise, with a blanket wrapped around his shoulders, and although he doesn't have a cup of chicken soup to bring, he assumes that Dave would probably feel the same way towards it that he would, if the replicators had anything to say about how fucking disgusting it could imitate that homebrewed remedy. And if he doesn't answer in the immediate three seconds of his initial knock, there will be more annoyances as his pounding gets louder against the door.
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But... yeah. They were kind of going through things together in more than a sense of just co-orbiting the same events and trying to pull each other up out of the slums of backstreet horror that seemed to slap its way into their lives once a month. An unwanted guest, for sure, and maybe Ryuji was too, the way that he heads down the length of the hall with some radio silence to embolden his resolve to just... be with Dave, honestly. Going through things together, in the sense that they were sort of together, and that being said, established titles or not, he didn't think anything of knocking on his door and being an insistent pain in the ass. He was cold, his head hurt, and holy shit- he looked at himself after his morning shower and the skin around his heart was turning a deep maroon, almost black, along the veins in his body. He was trying his best not to freak out about it, after last month, when he freaked out about it so bad that he started hallucinating and running from literally anyone that came near him.
So here he is, in his jumpsuit because it's warmer than what he has otherwise, with a blanket wrapped around his shoulders, and although he doesn't have a cup of chicken soup to bring, he assumes that Dave would probably feel the same way towards it that he would, if the replicators had anything to say about how fucking disgusting it could imitate that homebrewed remedy. And if he doesn't answer in the immediate three seconds of his initial knock, there will be more annoyances as his pounding gets louder against the door.
Good morning? Or whatever time it is.]