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[oculusriffs]

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.]

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fuckin tuna lisa.

[ryuji]

Hey...

[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.

its my best work yet

[oculusriffs]

[lol. it’s so easy to dunk on him, but judging by that failure to stifle a laugh that Dave felt more than he heard, he can venture a guess that Ryuji isn’t actually all that tilted over it. but a tilt is a tilt, and he’s keen on quelling it, so he moves his arm that had been lazily draped, snaking it around Ryuji in a tighter embrace.]

[it’s not like he has room to judge on weird dreams. if the initiation test is any indicator, if the way his contribution to the landscape was a really dumb giant skateboard, then his own subconscious also apparently favors the oversized recreational gear. ... which just makes him wonder if they actually make human sized hamster exercise balls for people to roll around in.]

[..... hm.]

[anyway, he’s also only capable of focusing on one thing at a time, though, so he goes for the question that’s easiest to answer.]

Yeah, dream bubbles are just these literal bubbles floating out in space. You can use one to visit other people’s dream bubbles while you’re sleeping.

Mostly, though, they’re just like. A dead Sburb player repository. Or an afterlife, if you want a less stupid way of putting it. Most of the ones we passed through were full of ghosts.

[ryuji]

[Sounds about right on the money for what he could expect coming from Dave- both the squeezing and the explanation, actually. And that's a weird thought. Falling asleep and going off to explore other people's dream states? Like a neural network of thoughts for the dead and the living. Weird, a little dark, but also relatively sad.]

Dead players, huh... Sorry, man. That musta been rough.

[It makes him somewhat uncomfortable to think about, though. The idea of something happening to Dave has crossed his mind so many times since being on the station and having to deal with a constant, real threat that the next thing that happened to them could have been the last... the idea of of this not happening right now- Dave being nuzzled up in his arms- it's pretty unacceptable.]

Just... fallin' asleep and bein' able to talk to people you'd never see otherwise. I guess it's better that you're dealin' with regular weird dreams instead, or somethin'.

[His hand eventually lowers so that it's just resting against his back, keeping him nice and secure against him.]

Gotta wonder, though, if that's really how it goes down. Everyone believes in different shit about the afterlife. Us Japanese people... it's either Shinto or Buddhist. You die and your spirit goes down into some sorta underground cave and gets recycled into all the other spirits, or you get stuck being born again to get a second round to do it better than the last. Eh, I don't really put a lotta stock in either.

But shit, if I was reborn and that was actually how it happens, all I know is that I hope I'd get to see you again.

[Ryuji...]

[oculusriffs]

Kinda. But, most of the ghosts we saw were a bunch of trolls I've never met before — and if it helps, not a lot of them seemed to give a shit about being dead.

[the second wind is starting to wear off, and Ryuji keeping him both steady and nice and warm is only hastening it, like a dust devil lazily unswirling itself, settling down to rest. whatever anxieties he had about this new base or this new quest earlier don't matter a single lick right now. all that matters is that he's on the very strong side of relaxed, and that's all thanks to the way he's being held by his boyfriend right now.]

Personally, though? Most religions sound like bullshit to me. Doesn't discount the idea there's a place everybody, not just Sburb players, goes to after you die, though. I mean ... leap frogging across entire universes is already a completely provable thing, despite basically nothing about it bein' logical. Who's to say that even an afterlife itself can't be some extension of that?

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

I dunno. That probably doesn't make much sense. I do know, though, that you just said some really sappy shit back there, and now I've gotta do something about it.

[Dave can't really reach Ryuji's mouth from this vantage point, though, so he just goes for a kiss against his jawline instead. it's the perfect punishment. but it's also a reflection of the sentiment — the idea that leaping through realities just to see each other again is both a desire and achievable.]

[ryuji]

[He keeps talking about the afterlife, and Ryuji can't tell if it's just a normal couple thing to do, to share those kind of thoughts and have conversations around the possibilities of things, or whether it's just a them specific kind of deal.

The thought that's swirling up in Ryuji's mind is just continually sappy, though, and he's being punished for it. Wherever the door at the end of this entire journey leads, he wants to be the one holding the hand out this time. Go and make a place where they can be- whether it's Tokyo, or Houston, or some magical place where people wear JRPG costumes every day. Doesn't really matter, as long as he's there.

But he doesn't really get the chance to say that when he's being so deeply assaulted with jaw kisses. And Ryuji's pretty weak to those too.]

Ahh... oh noooo... what am I gonna do....

[That's the weakest resistance ever and softly sarcastic. But the way he holds Dave is in place might give a better idea of some of that silly, worried sentimentality. With a wide smile against the top of Dave's head, he takes in the way his hair smells- huh, is that apple?- and settles in for the night in the best way he could think possible; with Dave.]