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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]

[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.]