dave strider (
oculusriffs) wrote2018-04-28 11:13 am
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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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[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?
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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.
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[............]
[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.]
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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.]