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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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[ryuji]

[He figures that his moral stance on the matter could be abated for... a moment, considering Dave's been through enough today, and they exchange locales for a few moments; as he's plopped up on the bed, Ryuji leaves it behind. He's too tired to care much about being all prim and proper about the order of event that are about to happen as he yanks upward to take the top part of his leather armor off, unbuckles the arm guards, and heads over to the closet to pull out the cursed pajamas.

Holding it in his hand, he sighs. Cute shit is never something that sits comfortable with him, but as he wiggles down into his smallclothes, one step, and then a second- arm, another arm, and a zip upwards. It's done. Even pulls the hood up over his head, and starts pooling together the pieces of his armor that he's left behind into a neat sort of fashion on top of his dresser.

If Dave's not already dead to the world by now, he comes back to the edge of his bed and shows himself off for a moment. Maybe if he had more energy in him, he'd hum the Maws theme song, an iconic ballad of his shark people, but that's not going to fly right now as he joins him.

He's got big plans to hold Dave all evening long, and it'll be a straight up race to see who actually ends up sleeping more out of the both of them. But one, honest to god statement (awake or not, again) before he can claim the sheets over the both of them.]

We gotta get better at fighting... and you need an actual weapon... if we're gonna end up having to defend ourselves, y'know? I don't... really I don't wanna hurt anyone, it ain't my style... but that doesn't mean someone or something out there ain't gonna try to hurt us.

[oculusriffs]

[this has been a hell of an emotional rollercoaster of 24 hours, but at least Dave gets to end it smiling, too tired to really mask how big of a kick he gets out of the shark pajamas. it's a big smile — because it's a big kick. he even reaches over to tug lightly on the shark hood.]

[and that's not ignoring the gravitas of what Ryuji's just said, either.]

I know.

[there's a lot more he wants to say on it honestly. like he knows now, more than ever, that he's going to have to fight, if they're going to make it through to the end. that he has to learn not to be afraid of fucking up — that there's a good chance that the next mission they go on, the roles they're in right now, curling up together, could very well be reversed.]

[lots of things to say, but he doesn't get the chance, because once he's lying down, an arm draped around Ryuji, he's just. out completely. cheek squished. shades askew.]

[moron.]

[ryuji]

[Not much else in the happs right about now, but it should be noted that Ryuji winds up falling asleep a little bit longer than he ought to. Even makes sure that Dave's shades are off his face so he doesn't roll over them in his sleep. It's like that moment of being too cracked out tired to actually fall into dead slumber right away, but for a while, he'll just idly stare up at the ceiling and rub whatever part of Dave's back he can reach. Yeah, he's going to do his damnedest to make sure this right here doesn't have to happen again. And then, like taking a deep inhale of breath before jumping into water, Ryuji's out like a lamp, too.]