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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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Either way, though, it doesn't matter too much. The way things unfold were pretty much meant to be... the way things unfolded. He doesn't know shit about time or the way it's intended to march, but he sure does know that this right here? Feels just about as right as it could be.
At least, that might be true if it weren't for the fact that Dave had to bring up the monkey threads. Ryuji's fingers curl at Dave's side.]
W-what? [Why. It was going so incredibly well.] You didn't... suck those up into your inventory backpack did you... [He honestly wouldn't be surprised. Wasn't once in his life enough for Dave to see him in those cursed pj's? God, to be put in a position between his weighing his own dignity to wanting to make boyfriend happy... this is the true conundrum of relationships. Never mind the awkwardness at pushing his leg between Dave's.
And, oh. Ryuji smiles at the yawning decline of his head. It's so painfully obvious how much he adores Dave, and it takes a moment for his question to sink in. What jar?
...right, his floating finger.]
Yeah. What about it?
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[thank god it's not actually up to Dave. but he makes a noise that sounds an awful lot like he's trying to hold in a laugh at the inventory backpack comment, which is about as much of a non-answer as he can possibly give. common sense did win out in the end, of course, and the monkey jammies are where Ryuji last left them, but you'd never be able to tell just from Dave's reaction.]
[and maybe he means it as a joke to begin with, in an attempt to diffuse any last shreds of awkwardness or nervousness that he's feeling. it's true that he seems to have found a state of amused, increasingly sleepy zen, but the way his heart just keeps thudding rapidly as it was before is sort of betraying him.]
[so he moves on, giving himself other things to focus on to calm the pretty wild party happening in both his chest and ears. like asking about the floating finger. he idly traces one of Ryuji's shoulderblades with his fingers, too, finding somewhere to redirect the last traces of nervous energy.]
Guess my main question about it is what the hell.
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But he's got a new thing to focus on and that's Dave feathering touches along the sides of his outline, and it's enough to make his eyelids feel incredibly heavy in a way that makes him want to close them and just chill in how mind numbing it was. He feels soft prickling sensations at the back of his head, his nerves acting up as signals are sent straight to his brain to relax and take it easy. He lets out a lazy sort of "heh" at it, and he's pretty much in affection heaven at the moment.
It's not a bad question, though, since it's not really... that normal to just keep parts of you pickled for eternity in a jar. Honestly, he assumed that his digit would just disappear or something, if he was going to wake up and everything would be back in one piece. Like two identical things shouldn't exist in the same time and place, but he's talked about time travel enough with Dave to know that it's possible and that it usually ends up in Bad Shit. But what could happen to a minor limb that's already technically dead?]
'M saving it in case I wanna clone myself one day. [He smiles, his eyes coming to a close as his grip softens around his hip. The real answer is somewhere a little more morbid, but he explains nonetheless.]
I, uh. I dunno. Feels kinda wrong to just toss it. When it fell off, someone told me to try and preserve it, in case I could reattach it or something. [His urge to yawn is sky high, but he holds it in as his chest expands to take count of it anyway.] And now it's just kinda sittin' there like a housewarming present.
[A more real answer? If he was going to die, that would've been the last piece of him to actually show he even existed. It's a subtle, grim reminder when he looks at it that he should... do everything he wants to do in life without holding back.]
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[Dave seems to be two for two on his attempts at affectionate gestures going over well in one evening, and maybe it surprises him a little bit how much he enjoys that fact — it's like a little jolt to his confidence, a small bolster to the idea that he's doing things right. he'll definitely be remembering both for later.]
[and, he's seemed to have found a good balance here, conveying an emotion without getting too handsy too quickly, so he doesn't stop, even as he follows Ryuji's lead and shuts his eyes as well, shifting carefully so he's in a bit more of a little spoon position. yeah, they're pretty much a mess of limbs by this point, but there probably wasn't any other way this was gonna turn out.]
[having one's own finger in a jar while said finger is also still attached to a working hand doesn't really even strike him as weird, either. first of all, the finger ultimately wound up going out the way all time paradox clones do, right? this time paradox clone just happens to be preserved in a jar.]
[that explanation would make much more sense to him than "space station shit," anyway.]
[and, second of all:]
Think it's a pretty cool decoration, if I'm bein' honest. [he sort of mumbles it, relaxing.]
Used to have a bunch of shit like that back home.
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[He probably should be at least a little weirded out by this? Like, the only people that keep body parts as trophies are serial killers and maybe morticians who happen to have an affection toward bringing home office supplies, but then... Ryuji just more or less accepts it. He was the oddball who decided to keep it despite the fact that most other people would've... god. Done something else with it?
Yeah, probably. It's one of those scruples no one ever really has to face, so the sample size of figuring out what the hell normal behavior is supposed to be like doesn't really account for a good conclusion here.
And now that they're a pair of octopusesses stretched out and close to each other, Ryuji can't help but feel completely relaxed at all of it. Like maybe they'd have to do this more often or something because, shit- this could become an addiction fast. He opens his eyes slightly to see Dave in front of him at such a small distance, smiles, and goes back to being where he was a few moments ago- trying to trick his mind into shutting down long enough to just drift off.]
Want it?
[That's totally normal, too. Right?]
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[and it's his turn to open his eyes again, pausing on the light backrub, perking up immediately at the offer. Dave ... god. maybe try not to be the actual worst, and try not to act too excited over the idea of owning your boyfriend's finger in a jar?]
[no? well. this is just their normal now.]
Really?
[uh.] I mean.
........ Yeah, actually. But it's your finger, dude, so uh. I think if you'd rather keep it, you should.
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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?
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[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.]
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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.]