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[Nobody out there is immune from the possibility for growth and change; a year ago the Ryuji standing before Dave right now probably wouldn't have paved the path for any of this. He'd be wrapped up in his own head, pissed off at the world for everything, and alone.]

Shit. Well here goes nothin'.

[Embracing the possibility that this might end okay, he makes a step closer. Anything? Growling? Hissing? Okay, not so much. Another step, slow, like he's trying to make sure that there's an air of respect and amicability to what he's trying to accomplish. Ryuji should probably breathe a little more instead of holding his breath, as if the halfway distance of the room could carry his own carbon dioxide outward offensively.

Eventually he reaches the bed and sits at the edge.

She looks so cozy. He wants her to like him so much, but he believes that he's relatively poor at those types of social skills, worsened only by the fact of his own negative image in feline-kind's eyes. He looks at Dave, scrunching up his lips to one side of his cheek. Is this going to be okay? Ryuji's hand connects to Lisa's head, fingers curling. This is it. The moment of truth.

He breathes through his nose, unable to hold it in anymore, and presses a soft stroke to her rounded head, scratching just once behind her pointed ears.]

This is effin' unbelievable. [And then, takes his hand back and doesn't push this any farther than that. Ryuji looks abso-freaking-lutely reverent. Like he's just done the impossible.

Cue the cheesiest grin, ever.]

[it’s Dave’s turn to have a moment where he tries to process what he thinks about this cat pat endeavour and Ryuji’s dopey grin at his own success, and the only word his brain manages to pull together is “cute.”]

[which, holy shit, he has no idea what to do with that word. they’ve both already figured out today what happens when it’s blurted out loud. does he just ... compartmentalize it and pretend it never crossed his mind? seems like that’s down the line of how he usually handles confusing thoughts. at the same time, he’s pretty sure cat pat successes shouldn’t go unacknowledged. hey ... say something, Dave.]

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

Not bad.

[not bad. not bad!!!! excellent work, Strider. you really sure can words. he may as well have just said cute and then flushed himself down the ramenized toilet.]

[Dave....

Wow, that was so eloquent and reassuring, so well deserved and perfectly said. Ryuji, of course, has to stoke the fire-]

Huh? Well, yeah. No shit, sherlock.

[He's still riding out the cool, calm, emotionally stable state of being high off of this mission coming up critical success. Maybe it'll pave the way for a functional relationship between the two. Maybe he'll be seen as more than just a really diligent regal pooper picker upper.

Who knows what's in store?]

That was all you, dude. All I did was---

[He pawses for a moment, looking at Lisa content in Dave's lap, and then upwards. Ryuji really, really can't help himself when it comes to being a dick, so he mirrors the action he just did on the ball of fluff by reaching up and patting Dave on the top of the head once, then twice. But since he's just kitten around, he makes sure not to be in the crosshair of a nuclear swipe attack. Just in case. Just in case.

Flush him first, basically.

And this asshole? Starts chuckling, covering his own mouth to cover it up. He has a cool image to maintain.]

[THE GODS KNOW WHAT YOUVE DONE DOT JPG!!!]

[you know that little tuft of bangs that's been curling just like his mom's, since he hasn't been able to cut his hair? it just sort of floofs stubbornly right back into place underneath those completely asshole-ish headpats Ryuji just did. Dave can't believe he's done this!]

[and he seems genuinely surprised at first, because Ryuji's actually patted him like he's a goddamn cat, a joking gesture of affection (????) that wasn't a friendly sock on the shoulder or an insult that isn't actually insulting at all.]

[okay, so. time to short circuit, then. he should be mad. he should be pissed, right? like, he should be fucking flying off the handle right now. and he's annoyed, sure, but not actually angry, which is weirdly just as surprising as the fact that he's been headpatted in the first place.]

[his eyes narrow behind the shades. he's feigning anger, for some reason, but even the actual annoyance he does express seems kinda half-hearted.]

You do realize the only reason I'm not kickin' your ass right now is Lisa.

[he says, as he sets Lisa down on the bed.]

[He could easily offer to let Dave borrow the scissors that wound up at the bottom of his shower a few weeks ago, but then it wouldn't allow moments like this, where his little fluff of a bend manages to become perfectly un-miffed in the blink of an eye. It's practically spring loaded. And it's great.

And here comes the hyped up Davefury that Ryuji (kind of) wanted to see, right? An explosion of pure grit, a reclamation for justice in a world of head patting usurpers that needed to have their ass handed to them. One eyebrow quirks upward.]

You don't wanna set a bad example for Lisa, right?

[But he absolutely takes stock of him putting her down and out of reach of any thrashing that's to be had. Preemptively, Ryuji scoots a few seat's widths farther away from Dave.]

[oh, it's a poured out molten pit of Davefury he wants to see, is it? well, he can definitely deliver. he stands, fists clenched, hackles raised, like he's ready to reach over and pop Ryuji upside the head for his insulting transgression, to dunk some serious revenge on him like the ghosts dunked a bunch energy drinks in the toilet, and he just.]

[just.]

[.... nah.]

Yeah, you're right. I'll just have to get you back later.

[he relaxes, rolling his shoulders casually.]

Won't even stop time or anything, and I can still guarantee you won't see it coming.

[could this be even worse than the two of them just duking it out right now? possibly.]

[This. Is. Actually worse.

Ryuji stares at Dave when the heavenly flurry of righteous vengeance doesn't seem to happen, and his eyes wander left and right before quirking a brow upward. Wait, what?]

Are you kiddin' me!?!

[He's outraged, to say the least. His provocations were all for naught. He tried poking the fire, only to be met with the cool indifference of a later. Will he ever be able to sleep again?]

O...kay. But. I bet you didn't see that combing, either.

[Heh.

He high fives... himself.]

what the fuck sort of wordplay did you just fucking say you little prick? ill have you know i blew up and graduated at the top of my classpect in sburb, and ive been involved in numerous secret raids on moronic crocodiles, and i stole at least a trillion boonbucks from them. i am trained in shitty sword warfare and im the top snarker in the entire population of paradox space. you are just another target to my longwinded insult wrath. i will slander you with precision the likes of which have never been seen before on this rotting hunk of space steel, mark my goddamn words. you think you can get away with saying that shit to me over the internet? think again, asshole. as we speak i am contacting my hypothetical doomed time paradox clone from across the station and your watch is being traced right now so you better prepare for the storm, maggot. the storm that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your sense of humor. youre fucking owned, kid. i can be anywhere, anytime, and i can ruin you in over seven hundred ways, and thats just with a babys first fraymotif. not only am i extensively trained in trolling the trolls, but i have access to the entire arsenal of shitty copypasta insults and i will use it to its full extent to wipe your miserable ass off the face of space, you little shit. if only you could have known what unholy retribution your little "clever" comment was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have held your goddamn tongue. but you couldnt, you didnt, and now you are paying the price, you goddamn idiot. i will spit davefury all over you and you will drown in it. youre fucking owned, dude.

[Dave-chan is so kawaii.]

[Dave's actual reaction, because his knowledge of earth memes ends at early 2009, long before that copypasta first emerged, is the longest of exaggerated suffering sighs. he probably set himself up for that one, even if there's no way he could have actually foreseen it. and so he has no choice but to be resigned to his fate.]

[there's no absconding from the terrible puns, bro. that, and it was actually a pretty good terrible one, so ... so.]

Okay, y'know what? We're supersizing this shit. We're making that a double revenge.

[that's right, now Ryuji has two surprise clapbacks in his future to look forward to.]

[Lisa looks thoroughly fucking fed up with all these puns, all these memes, and the both of them, so don't mind her as she decides that this meeting is too much loser for her and prances off to somewhere quieter and without as much fake tension.

Meanwhile, Ryuji, who's just completed congratulating himself for a job well done via the pristine slapping of two perfectly skilled hands together (uninvited in this picture, Dave, who surely would not high five that effort of wordsmithing), sits there, brightly. More than just being downright pleased with himself, he leans forward, eyebrow raised, a look of fondness dumbly splayed across his features.]

Guess I should prepare for my world to be rocked.

[Hey, Dave's pretty good at that already.]

[well, it was nice being cool enough to win Lisa over for a few minutes. but it was never gonna last, not when it comes to idiots like Dave.]

[and Ryuji will get something an awful lot like a small, but equally fond, smile in return, with all the air of confidence one has when the wheels of double decker revenge are already in motion.]

Yeah. You should.

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