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dave strider ([personal profile] 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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[personal profile] ryuji 2018-08-08 08:35 pm (UTC)(link)
[He doesn't really get the motion of receiving Dave's watch, and at first, a really... really morbid kind of thing passes through his mind that he has to fight off immediately. That this might be some sort of parting gift, that he'll watch Dave go to sleep and then leave. But when he comes back, what if the Worst Thing happens and he has to see something he promised himself he would never let happen?

Fuck that thought. It's not right. And he kinds of hates himself for even having it. He swallows down, a lump in his throat- and shit, Dave's somewhat immortal. That's not even in the realm of things that can happen. So, really, don't think about it. Instead, he accepts it, and- oh, right? You need these to get into rooms. Wow, he sure does feel dumb. The station's getting to him, as it has before, and will probably happen again.

Ryuji raises an eyebrow though, because is now really a time to pump up the volume on the flirting front? Probably, to be fair. When is it ever really a good time to tell anyone that they have a nice ass.]


Nice.

[He slides the watch on his other wrist. How bored do you have to be to send messages back and forth between yourself if you're stuck in a waiting room with nothing to do? Probably just the right amount. Please look forward to the torrent of roleplay that Ryuji's going to sadly commit to, in order to keep his mind off actually having to go through with being poked at and prodded. Man, he hated hospitals so much- and even though this wasn't exactly the same as a full blown operation, it had the feeling of it.]

Like filet mignon at a buffet, yo.

[Is he really still talking about his butt?

Yeah.]


A-anyway... I'm thinkin' you've had enough. Too much and you're gonna get the meat sweats. [Doubly meant here- he really should be in a horizontal position, so Ryuji will lift his hand up to his shoulder, scoot over a bit to make room, and guide him down. If the positioning isn't right, he'll try to fix that too, to let him spread out a little bit, or curl, or... hell, he doesn't really know how Dave sleeps other than the time he asked to sleep in his bed and that was with the other teen slumped up against a wall, so he couldn't judge by that.]

Night, knight.