[if there's one thing the station is exceedingly good at, it's giving them things to worry over concerning each other, keeping them in a rather depressing, when you think about it, balancing act of aggressively taking care of each other. because it isn't just a space flu, it's a fucking curse that's running dark in Ryuji's veins and trying to rob Dave of whatever lucidity he can hang on to at the moment. it's a curse stubbornly trying to tear them down while they, more stubbornly probably, cling to what sense of normalcy they've found together.]
[that's how Dave sees it, anyway. he hates how unfair it is, but he's never really been one to put up with a bunch of asshole ghosts, either.]
[if Ryuji wanted to pull a cheap shot, Dave could probably be felled with a light shove at this point, not unlike how he was once felled by a ball of yarn in an equally cheap shot. but that's kind of the last thought on his mind at the moment. he runs his thumb lightly along one of the rapidly darkening veins on Ryuji's wrist, anxious.]
That definitely ain't puberty, dude. Have ... have you talked to what's his name, uh. The plumber doctor guy.
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[that's how Dave sees it, anyway. he hates how unfair it is, but he's never really been one to put up with a bunch of asshole ghosts, either.]
[if Ryuji wanted to pull a cheap shot, Dave could probably be felled with a light shove at this point, not unlike how he was once felled by a ball of yarn in an equally cheap shot. but that's kind of the last thought on his mind at the moment. he runs his thumb lightly along one of the rapidly darkening veins on Ryuji's wrist, anxious.]
That definitely ain't puberty, dude. Have ... have you talked to what's his name, uh. The plumber doctor guy.