[He's entirely offended by the "fuckin' weird" part of that, but he's also a really bad actor and can't keep a straight face to save his life. Not to mention the way his chest vibrates upward as he tries to eat down a laugh that's getting caught at the back of his throat. Kind of hard to miss that when he's practically giving Dave an earthquake from it.
Ryuji also regrets that a little bit, seeing as how Dave looks pretty comfy over there, and it's not like he actively wants to keep him awake just after coming out and saying that he was tired. They've had a good number of conversations about the absolute shit-tier crap that Dave went through after his life got all video gamed and quest gated and god gated, a whole lot of gates and hoops to jump through, but he's racking his head at trying to remember anything about being dream gated. Bubbles, other selves...]
Dream bubbles? Dude, you lost me.
[And, as if his concentration had to be split between touching Dave's head or talking to him, his hand stops moving. He's kind of curious about what he's dreamed about ever since then, too. He'll just throw the second question out anyway and let him take whichever one, or both, that he wants to pick up.]
I just told you a deep ass part about my soul, so you're gonna have to fess up next.
fuckin tuna lisa.
[He's entirely offended by the "fuckin' weird" part of that, but he's also a really bad actor and can't keep a straight face to save his life. Not to mention the way his chest vibrates upward as he tries to eat down a laugh that's getting caught at the back of his throat. Kind of hard to miss that when he's practically giving Dave an earthquake from it.
Ryuji also regrets that a little bit, seeing as how Dave looks pretty comfy over there, and it's not like he actively wants to keep him awake just after coming out and saying that he was tired. They've had a good number of conversations about the absolute shit-tier crap that Dave went through after his life got all video gamed and quest gated and god gated, a whole lot of gates and hoops to jump through, but he's racking his head at trying to remember anything about being dream gated. Bubbles, other selves...]
Dream bubbles? Dude, you lost me.
[And, as if his concentration had to be split between touching Dave's head or talking to him, his hand stops moving. He's kind of curious about what he's dreamed about ever since then, too. He'll just throw the second question out anyway and let him take whichever one, or both, that he wants to pick up.]
I just told you a deep ass part about my soul, so you're gonna have to fess up next.