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[oculusriffs]

TG: this is going to be fucking stupid isnt it


[want to get in touch with Dave? you can leave a TEXT, VOICE, or VIDEO message — or alternatively, he shouldn't be too hard to track down in person. it's a hunk of junk space house. in space. he's around here somewhere.]

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[ryuji]

[Holy shit.

The words that should be coming out of his mouth right now is something along the lines of "You're so fucking weird, Dave Strider," but instead, Ryuji laughs, failing to hit that threshold of too tired to be awake, as the both of their bodies vibrate in the dead (heh) wake of his shoulders bobbing.

Dude, seriously?

He answered that so quickly at first and then tried to double back on it, and it's just... the right level of what the fuck he's come to expect.]

Yeah, sure, it's cool. I'm not attached to it.

[Goddamnit.

(But, really, does that mean he's cleared for birthday and Christmas presents? He's not the best gift giver and he's not sure what can top his own body parts in a total romzomcom sort of "here, now a piece of me can always be with you" sort of way.)

Ryuji rolls his shoulder back a little bit to encourage him to keep going with... well, whatever he was doing with his hand before this came up.]

It's gonna cost you, though. I'm thinkin' like... at least 5 more minutes of rubbing my back. Sound like a fair deal?

[oculusriffs]

[honestly, that's like an instant max rank confidant gift right there. if those aren't actually a thing, they definitely are now — and Ryuji probably doesn't need to worry about gifts for any holiday ever again. it'll be something he values most, right behind, well. moments like this one. knowing full well that he got a laugh out of Ryuji by virtue of being as fucking weird as he is — and also, having Ryuji go ahead and indulge him on that weirdness.]

[this guy.]

Man, that's practically graveyard robbery. [why ... why does he sound like he actually might have an idea of what the going rate for a pickled finger in a jar is. but maybe you don't wind up with a collection of weird dead things preserved in various ways without acquiring that sort of working knowledge.]

[Dave settles down again, shutting his eyes, gently rubbing circles along Ryuji's back and up to his shoulder. and since five minutes is selling a finger a bit short, he'll go ahead and continue right up until he gives in to how warm and cozy this is, out in a cold and musty space station, and falls asleep. the question now is, which one of them winds up passing out first.]

[ryuji]

[There definitely is such thing as a max rank confidant gift. It's definitely more existent than the search results for severed body parts on ebay, and this one, albeit a shortcut through the black market, doesn't come with the government carefully tracking your movements afterward.

It takes a second for the joke to settle in, since he's becoming increasingly lethargic here, but he does recognize it fondly.]

Shit... you're punning. Nice... Must be tired.

[Which is accompanied by a yawn that he has to turn his face smack dab into the pillow to cover his mouth for. Dave's mastery of the back rub is so strong at this point, though- and Ryuji falling asleep either takes nearly forever due to his off kilter bursts of energy or immediately. And even though coming here had started off awkward and uncomfortable, it ended with a cool calmness taking over all his other senses, and he'll find himself safe and pretty goddamn happy to have Dave in his arms. Like taking three heaping tablespoons of liquid benadryl, he's out like a lamp.]