[True, nobody will hear you scream in space, or hear you scream about pop quizzes either, so he's safe for as long as someone doesn't get the administrative idea in their head that there's a lot of teens on board and they probably need a good education to get by. Not that it matters, either way. Gardens are being tended to, some of the more accomplished space travelers have their eyes on life support, and, oh yeah- there's a doctor on board too! He's a vampire, though, and that's kind of wild to think about. Who needs centrifuges when you could just taste disease. Or something like that, he doesn't really understand the whole concept.
Ryuji's noticing him starting to become increasingly woozy, too, so maybe the dude can get a little rest? Similar to the way that Dave couldn't move when Lisa is on his lap, he'll stay there and let him get some shut eye if that's what he needs. There's a sort of complacency in that too, like he feels a little bit more secure of this whole, uh...., relationship thingy, almost as if he's trying to learn the ropes via brute force. It's going pretty well, no complaints on his end, until his wrist is pulled and examined.
His eyes follow downward to where Dave's are, and. Well, this is great. Looks like it was starting to spread down to his hands, too. It was relatively expected to happen anyway, but- geez, what a boner killer. Which also sets off a whole plethora of regrets, too, because he knows where this is heading. Or at least, he thinks he does. Damn, he was actually settling in on this whole aggressive Take Care Of Dave mission. As if the station would actually allow that.
It's also kind of alarming how his tone shifted so quickly. His mental room is being painted in colors of lavender, trying to calm himself down enough so that it doesn't turn into a big thing. He'll be okay.]
I dunno. It doesn't hurt though. It just looks kinda weird. [Ryuji... your body is literally decaying, that's not really going to make anyone think that everything's honky dory here.]
Just sorta woke up like this? Maybe it's like... a second puberty.
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Ryuji's noticing him starting to become increasingly woozy, too, so maybe the dude can get a little rest? Similar to the way that Dave couldn't move when Lisa is on his lap, he'll stay there and let him get some shut eye if that's what he needs. There's a sort of complacency in that too, like he feels a little bit more secure of this whole, uh...., relationship thingy, almost as if he's trying to learn the ropes via brute force. It's going pretty well, no complaints on his end, until his wrist is pulled and examined.
His eyes follow downward to where Dave's are, and. Well, this is great. Looks like it was starting to spread down to his hands, too. It was relatively expected to happen anyway, but- geez, what a boner killer. Which also sets off a whole plethora of regrets, too, because he knows where this is heading. Or at least, he thinks he does. Damn, he was actually settling in on this whole aggressive Take Care Of Dave mission. As if the station would actually allow that.
It's also kind of alarming how his tone shifted so quickly. His mental room is being painted in colors of lavender, trying to calm himself down enough so that it doesn't turn into a big thing. He'll be okay.]
I dunno. It doesn't hurt though. It just looks kinda weird. [Ryuji... your body is literally decaying, that's not really going to make anyone think that everything's honky dory here.]
Just sorta woke up like this? Maybe it's like... a second puberty.