[honestly, after eight months of toast and corresponding flavorless protein spread, if Dave never sees a piece of half burned bread, or hears the crunch of toast, or brushes a pile of toast crumbs off the table, ever again, it'll be far, far too soon.]

[he might actually get sick if he tried to eat it again.]

Yeah, I feel you. [phrasing!!!]

Fifteen minutes is enough time for me, though. You don't gotta close your eyes or anything — just chill here for a few, then start looking when time's up.

[casually, he bumps at Ryuji's shoulder with his own. and then, just as casually:]

Babe.

[he turns, and then is gone.]

[when those fifteen minutes are up, though, his general location is clear enough. he's in the Quad. maybe somewhere back by a patch of trees.]