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[oculusriffs]

TG: this is going to be fucking stupid isnt it


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[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.]