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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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[there's something that's a little bit like wish fulfillment for him here, too — the sort of thoughts he had sitting against one of those big oak trees, catching a hint of a cool breeze in the unforgiving August sun. the ones where he thought about what he'd show his friends if they ever inexplicably wound up in Houston. the places he'd take them, the food they'd probably be interested in trying, if he'd saved up the money.]

[and maybe it doesn't get more inexplicable than lying on a towel on an observation deck, just existing among pictures of Houston instead of actually being there. he goes ahead and accepts that invitation, though, scooting closer and resting his head on Ryuji's arm, right up at his shoulder, leaving exactly zero space between the sides of their bodies.]

Yeah, I get you. Houston's called Texas' scrotum for a reason.

But, it doesn't really have anything like tsuyu. [Dave repeats the word back slowly, sounding it out like he did the occasional troll words back home. moirail. mwah rail... something like that.]

There wasn't like. The usual spread of seasons like the shit you'd see in the movies or anything. It was mostly just shooting fireballs out of your asshole hot, or shooting fireballs out of your asshole hot while raining, or slightly less hot during the last few months of the year.

[and there's something to be said about the connection between remixing and talking about his home, too. like looking at the memories he enjoyed the most, and arranging them so they were the melody, the pieces of him that he wanted Ryuji to hear the most. that's not to say that the things he liked less weren't there — and dissonance has its uses in music, too.]

I never really thought much about the oak trees, though, aside from all the goddamn acorns and the shade. I guess they changed colors, too, but it never was enough for me to notice.

[That's a lot of talk about scrotums and assholes and it's taking a lot for Ryuji to keep a straight face through it all. But he's practicing temperance and... y'know, maybe not being a middle schooler all the fucking time about things, and try as he might to keep those things at bay, he still cracks a smile.]

Y'know. I saw a map of the states in that book and I don't really recall Texas looking like a dude's dick. But that one all the way in the southeast? Total man meat, just like, chillin' out there for the world to see.

[Whelp, it was good while it lasted, all of three seconds. It's better off this way anyway, more authentic of the experience, and Ryuji finds his fingers curling around Dave's side in an inexplicably comfortable sort of way. And as the Japanese word comes tumbling out his mouth, Ryuji's heart swells like a typhoon off the coast of his home city. And it's pretty much here, like this, that he really, earnestly feels it. More than just a calmness, but a genuine sort of simple happiness. Like, of course he's felt content before, but this is just different. It's just. It's whatever it's supposed to be, right here, for the both of them.

Tsuyu. Yeah.

Bravery wells up inside him.]

Uhm. Dave?

That's Floridick.

[................]

Florida.

[there aren't really a lot of comforts out here. not really. but sometimes, Dave has to pause and sort of be completely surprised with how easy he seems to find some around Ryuji anyway. it's the comfort of knowing that while the rest of the station is in a horrifying murder mode, while his own nightmares and secrets are being flung around haphazardly in an alternate universe version of the station, he has somewhere warm and safe to retreat to. someone who watched him upend a briefcase of major issues all over the floor in one single motion, and despite that, still refused to give up on him.]

[they've had that discussion before. it still surprises him sometimes.]

[and, if it didn't come with the risk of accidentally dozing off and cutting a date in Houston short, he'd roll over on his side and wrap an arm around Ryuji, really bask in how natural lazing around as a mess of limbs has gotten for him. maybe he'll do that once more time has passed, and they've talked a bit longer.]

[maybe once Ryuji's done asking his question here. Dave turns his head slightly to look at him, answering him by breathing out a small, questioning sort of noise. sup?]

[Floriduh, that's a giant landmass of cock just waiting to be scoped out from a bird's eye view. But that's neither here nor there, because Ryuji's set his mind on something and while he has the courage inside himself to do it, he figures he shouldn't squander it.

Octopod limbs strewn about in every which way or not, he wouldn't disagree to that either; letting Dave just fall asleep on him like he's a big old pillow, and forgetting about hearty cupcake that they still have left. Shit, it'd probably make himself tired right along with him, or at least fend off that urge for a little while longer to just be present to it happening. Is it creepy to want to watch someone fall asleep? Maybe. Probably. But... then again, there's Ryuji's floating finger in a jar and nothing can really top that.

Ryuji bolsters himself mentally. Every second that passes between the thought of the thing he wanted to do and actually going through with it puts it all the more in danger of not happening, so with a small, lopsided smile, he catches an inward breath.]

Is it alright if, uh. What I mean to ask, is like.

[Oh god, it's starting to crumble.]

Can I kiss you?

[This was so much more suave in his own head. Seriously.]

[wait, what’s weird about keeping your boyfriend’s severed finger in a jar on your desk?]

[don’t answer that.]

[but there go four simple monosyllabic words, sucking the wind right out of him, swapping it out for a wildly out of control jackhammer instead, as a scenario he’s run through in his head who knows how many times at this point is suddenly not just a thought he’d been having, but very real, and laid out in what little space is left between them.]

[and it isn’t panic, it’s more like a carousel of reactions, kicking off with the thought of god, finally, sweeping back to the first time he really thought about kissing Ryuji in earnest — you know. here on the observation deck, right before Dave had gone and blurted out a similar string of three simple words — and then cruising through all the ways he’s thought about initiating this, then trying to grab on to all the ways he’d imagined he would act cool about it.]

[and fuck if all those ideas on being cool about it just got flung off the ride and out of Dave’s memory. instinct steps in to assume control of this Destinyland metaphor.]

Yeah. [hell yeah, even. there’s no room on this merry-go-round to worry about sounding too excited. he kind of ... doesn’t move for a second, mapping out the movements he figures one might need to be kissed. then, one tiny preplotted thought nudges its way back in and he lifts a hand, sliding his shades up and off his face, resting them on the top of his head. then, he scoots himself upward a bit, so they’re even more at eye level, and turns his head, officially reducing the space between them to basically nothing.]

[he’s right there. their noses could practically be touching. here’s Ryuji’s time to shine.]

[Nothing at all, apparently.

And it's not like Ryuji hasn't thought about this a ton, either. It's one of those things that he keeps telling himself he should just go for it, and then when the opportunity comes and he's thinking it's a pretty darn good time to steal that first kiss, he ends up being a complete chicken shit about it. Or, even when his courage isn't being called into question, they're busy going through a lot of other things at the same time and he doesn't know how to get that started. But he wanted to; when he thought he was going to die and couldn't touch Dave. When he came back to life after that weird nap of sorts and his body was returned to normal. When his best friend disappeared and Dave brought peace to him by the very merit of being someone he could hold onto and fall asleep with. And the moments that are way more subtle than those, too. Playing a video game and losing. Or winning, as an apology. While he's eating toast at the mess hall. Or times when he's trying to fall asleep and Dave's not there, too. Those thoughts go farther than kissing, though, and fuck, if he was ever asked about that he'd have to bring himself to straight up lie.

In the face of all those other opportunities, though, it was probably just as easy to ask and do it. The "yeah" was more than enough for Ryuji to want to make it happen, never mind the enthusiasm behind it or the way he shifts his body for it, and holy shit, he gets an idea that maybe Dave wanted this as much as he did. Which is. That's heavy, at least, for Ryuji. But the type of weight that's good, that conditions biceps, or something like that- because he can't deny how much he likes when he can't move by merit of his boyfriend just sprawling around or over him.

Cool, he's about to have his first kiss in the midst of cow pie, cowboy, and acorn heaven, as his heart stirs rapidly in his chest and his hand reaches upward to find Dave's hair mingled between fingers. It's happening. It's really fucking happening. He can feel breathing against his own lips, and just as he's about to press upward, of course.

OF COURSE.

The lights in the entire station go out. Christa forgot to pay the electric bill.]

The fu...

[here, Dave will complete that thought for him:]

What the fuck.

[what the fuck, Catherine!! can't two dudes enjoying a space date and learning the ropes on doing right by each other share a nice moment without the station fucking itself up or turning itself sideways!]

[no?]

[Dave's got half a mind to reach over in the pitch dark, awkwardly take hold of Ryuji's face to make sure his aim is true and plant one on him anyway. and maybe he starts to, judging by the way he shifts to his side and just lies there for a moment, his forehead pressed against Ryuji's.]

[but he can feel that familiar measure of cheesed off at the station for trying to fuck up everything again rising in his chest, and raging hormones or not, anger is not an emotion that's invited to their first kiss soiree. Dave cares way too much about Ryuji to have that attached to something they've been building toward for two and a half months, and he doesn't really get the concept of blackrom fury snogging to begin with, so he wants to at least try for the good vibes, here.]

[Dave pulls back and sits up, the back of his head still tingling from Ryuji's touch, the heat of the moment giving way to why he's feeling angry about the whole blackout to begin with. it isn't just because the space station's third wheeled the hell out of them.]

Wait. Is that just the lights, or is everything off? [like. the air filtration. is Cecilia trying to murder them again?]

[There was one time, in the 6th grade, where he intentionally tripped Ikari Tsumemasa down the stairs for calling him stupid in class. That has to be it, right? That's exactly why he's stuck in the dark, hormones waging a civil war in his body, eyeballing a direction he can't see as much as feel the lack of Dave nearby. Maybe if he could go back in time...

no, he probably would've done the same exact thing. Yeah, that's about right. He closes his eyes, because what's the difference at this point, as his fists ball up into an annoyed gesture.]

This both sucks, and blows, at the exact same time.

[He's maaaiinly talking about the smooching that didn't happen, but he collects himself enough to recognize that there's something Going On that probably requires more attention than the equally inappropriate sort of stirring going on downstairs as half of his body is off in the conditional land of What If I Macked My Boyfriend?, and god, Ryuji Sakamoto continues to be an embarrassing human being.

So he sits up, tries not to think about that- and just. Sighs. What else is he supposed to do?]

Uh. I mean, I hope not? If it's life support that's down, then we're all kinda screwed. [And then the gravitas of that crosses him, and yep, that does it. Shot dead in the water, where he deserves to be, honestly. Ryuji summons his mask straight onto his face just for the flickering of blue flame that accompanies it, and tries to get a better sense of what's going on. It doesn't last nearly enough, so his next best idea is his communicator.]

...Think you can get up to the light fixture and take the bulb out? I can probably charge it up like a lightscimitar. [George Lucas, suck it.]

I don't know shit about wiring but I got a few good hunches about electricity.

[let's be real here, they're both teenage boys pretty much up to their noses in hormones and a magnetic draw to each other, and if this were any other blackout in any other hypothetical setting, then the lights suddenly shutting off at the most inopportune second probably would have been just a footnote, not a blue balling.]

[it's something that'll definitely continue to stoke the flames of his own frustration pretty badly, too — especially later, when he looks back on that moment.]

Yeah, probably — wait, what. Lightscimitar. [Dave, now is not the time to be worrying about copyright infringement!]

[.......]

Did you see where the lights were? Actually — never mind. I'll just feel around until I find 'em.

[has Dave ever even flown in front of Ryuji before? he's not really all that inclined to use it until he has to. he pushes himself to his feet, then just kicks right off the ground. it's too dark to see exactly where he's going, but the direction he went in? it definitely isn't one you can go just by walking.]

[and then, from somewhere near the ceiling:] It'd take a while to notice if something other than the lights was off, right?

[they aren't going to immediately run out of air, he means.]

[Oh, did he hit yet another one of those weird multi-dimensional differences between worlds? He might be fucking with Dave at this point, since he's decently friendly with Ezra, and actually knows about lightsabers. But hm, it just felt so much more natural to go with the copyright free version of it.

Ryuji doesn't have time to follow through with their usual game of Question. Repeat Question. Repeat repeated question. He was about to offer Dave a leg up towards the ceiling, which would've gone equally fucking horrible, when he catches a truly horrific moment of light bouncing from his smartwatch just in time to see a hot pair of legs start floating upward? Thay're floating upward.

Jesus Christ.

Add Arachnoman kisses to the long list of furiously annoying ideas that he wants to accomplish one day. Wait, wrong genre--- and, actually, as a matter of fact.]

E-eh? I don't remember Lois Lane doin' that in the comics!

[He flashes the small amount of light upwards.

If he had a cape, he'd pull on that shit. Just because he could.]

No clue, dude. But I think we'd have a little bit of time before we all suffocate. I mean, you're pretty good at leavin' me breathless and all, but that's a little effin' extreme. [R...yuji...]

Either way, once we get a light source we'll be in good shape for now. You okay up there? Find anything yet?

What? How'd you miss that issue? It's the one where she eats an entire block of Kryptonite and flies into the sun like a piece of garbage.

[Dave ..... shut up. Ryuji should suggest that Spider-Man scenario, though. put that idea in Dave's head. he just might like it enough to indulge it. but there's a bit of clunking around on the ceiling as he finds a light source and attempts to dislodge the tube lighting from its casing.]

[because they're just going to have to have a literal lightsaber here. he pulls away from the ceiling and floats down slightly — and holds the tubular bulb down to Ryuji, still casually floating a few feet above. as he does.]

Well, try not to drown just yet, then. Far as I'm concerned, there's pictures still taped to the window, so this is still a date.

[he's being nonchalant about it, but ... honestly, if the life support systems are off, and they're inching toward oblivion (again)? then there isn't really anywhere he'd rather be than right here.]

[Well that sounds like buuuulllshit, but Ryuji doesn't know western comics enough to call Dave out on that. The last thing he wants to do is challenge Lois Lane's mettle in the middle of a blackout, where anything could happen.

Still, it's really fucking weird to just see him casually fly down from the ceiling and come back into view from the small amount of light he can give off in his watch's screen. There's a lightscimitar in his hands, now, though... and it takes him a moment to figure out how to actually channel his magic without blowing the entire thing up.

And in the meantime, thanks, lack of concentration- it strikes him.]

Wait, so when the gravity went to hell, you mean to tell me you could just, like. [Goddamnit.] Completely handle it. I mean. Aside from the paralysis and then you becomin' my sporty as shit backpack.

[He gives the bulb a good flick downward as electricity flows from his hand straight into it. His persona appears for nearly half a second behind him, and only a small amount of light trailing behind it from the newly acquired flashlight gives the eerie sort of sense that it was even there. Spoopy.]

Wooooong.... bzzzshewww... wuuuun. [You know what he's doing with this situation here.]

Oh my god.

[why is Dave so desperate to make out with this guy again??? it sure is a mystery.]

[but he settles into his usual relaxed floating god position, when it actually occurs to him to be a relaxed floating god to begin with: legs crossed, elbow on one knee as he props his head up in his hand, cheek appropriately smushed— though he never seems to notice the outrageously squishy cheeks thing he has going on. and he’ll just. float there at eye level, then, watching Ryuji realize his inner Jedi.]

[his sound effect form could use some work.]

But, yeah. Aside from you, uh. Rescuin’ me that day, I was pretty much just flying around shoving stuck people out of whatever corner they got themselves jammed in.

[and laughing at them. but Dave leaves out that detail.]

[Wow, this is a whole lot of zen coming from Dave, and he's mildly impressed at how he's really nailing that Yoda master thing down. Even more apt, considering Ryuji's going at it with a fluorescent light stick, but what can you do? Aside from the free arm tugging downward at the bottom of his shirt to see if his body comes down with it. He's highly interested in knowing whether or not his boyfriend can double as a basketball.

It's a really good question. Why would anyone be desperate to make out with him?]

See, that's one of the like, the bajillion things I like about you. Can't sit still while people are getting stuck in the corner like it's a really bad Unreal engine game.

[Or, the actual answer, that he has that innate need to help people when they're in need.

Sounds like the station is in some desperate need, too, and as much as he'd really, really... really want to just continue this date like the lights going out doesn't even matter at all, he figures they can't just Trek Wars train about in the observation deck. Which sucks, but what can you do, really?]

Guess we'll have to take a rain check on the kissin' thing. [Ryuji, don't mention it by NAME.] And maybe the date thing too. I'm thinkin' this place needs a jump start and I dunno anyone else who can pikaryu the shit out of things around here.

[And again he finds himself in a position of "just five more minutes would've been nice," which seems like a constant thing in the cosmic basketball game that is Ryuji getting clockblocked at every good opportune moment to have a moment of peace with Dave.]

[pchooooo — there go all his hopes and dreams, deflating him like a balloon when the whole thing gets called off. which .... yeah, that’s still pretty apt, especially so as he straightens, feet finally settling on the floor. he’s a deflated Dave balloon that’s no longer floating.]

[it’s not anybody’s fault; it’s not like paying for the space utilities is in either of their realms of control. hell, it’ll most likely be funny as fuck later on, when they make it to round two or three or whatever dates they have that don’t end up in blackouts. and Dave’s not mad, either, just. deflated — it had been nice, even with the whole cow pie brouhaha. and he also has his nakodile brain that’s still nakking aggressively at him about why didn’t you just kiss him when you had the chance you dingus!! now that the nakodile brain knows the snogging’s officially been canceled.]

Yeah. All right. [he bites his lip, before settling his features down into the usual flat expression.]

What’re you gonna do exactly?

[He doesn't really take it as mad either, but sort of disappointed? Literally grounded in the wake of everything getting pushed off to the side for a bit, and Ryuji has a hard time just letting things be. Even worse when there's that gut feeling in his stomach that he should try to make things a little better than they actually are. He used to get that same pang every time serious shit went down in his group of friends, and hung onto joking to lighten the mood.

Uh, well, he's out of jokes once he made his own trademark lightscimitar jokes, and honestly? He has no fucking clue where to begin with the electricity out, and it's equally hard to think of something when Dave's biting his lip like that? Like, what the fuck, his hormones are already staging a coup d'etat on him, complete with pointy sticks and effigies of Ryuji's modesty burning in protest. Hrm.]

Shit. Well. Kinda hard to know at this point. But I'm guessin' whatever's goin' on has to have something to do with the control room. So maybe start lookin' there.

[But first, he's going to wrap an arm around Dave's shoulder and resolve the deflated balloon in the air. Steadied by that, he'll turn his flashlight off for a second and just. Aim to plant a kiss on his cheek anyway.

Which, thank god for the lack of light so that he can't see that bright red face, but Ryuji's quick to let go afterward and step to the side to try and fade into the darkness, mysterious like and all.]

That is, if you can find me.

What — [yeah, he got one of them squishy cheeks all right. but it's more like a quick kiss to Dave's cheekbone, since he was in he middle of turning his head to look in Ryuji's general direction. luckily, the shades are still on the top of his head, otherwise Ryuji would be smooching a pair of accessories right now.]

[............]

[okay, yeah, he'll definitely take it?? but it's a double-edged sword, a blade that both gave Dave what he wanted and just riled him up even more, especially when Ryuji backs off, leaving him standing there alone with nothing but his hormones and a scorched face.]

It won't be that tough to find you, you've got like only one volume setting. [he even sputters a little when he says it, the same way he did that one time Ryuji electro-mussed with his hair.]

And I'm gonna. Right after I fumble my way in the dark and dunk myself in the pool.

[which is to say ... congrats, dude, for making Dave have to go and take a cold shower.]

[Dave's not WRONG about that, but it doesn't sit well with Ryuji, who bites back at him, providing a good idea of his location from his voice. Which... also defeats the purpose of the entire batman in the dark theme he has going for him.]

Oh, dude. It's gonna be all hells sort of tough to find me. I'm gonna vanish like a thief in the night.

[Okay, so he's not exactly that miffed about the entire thing, and the pool comment bounces on his head as it flies past him- because his instinct here is to...]

If you drown, I'm gonna kill you when you come back to li-

Oh.

[Heh.

Nice.

Ryuji feels pretty damn accomplished with that! And he'll start heading toward the doorway, turning his flashlight back on so that he doesn't whiff right into it face first. So much for his stealth roll. If the station's going to fuck up his date, though, he's determined enough to figure out a way to fix this shit. It was a pretty damn good date, all things considered.]

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