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[WOW. bounty'd in cold blood. but Dave wiggles very slightly, gauging the distance from the branch he's sitting on to the ground, before he slides right off, landing in a crouch in what is probably the smoothest maneuver he'll ever pull off. that was it right there. he's officially peaked.]

All right, you got me — was the accent that finally did me in; I'll go quietly.

[without putting his hands up, though, so who's to say if that white flag he's raising is sincere? maybe Dave the Kid's got some other escape plan up his sleeve.]

Well, maybe not the quiet part. [lol.]

Nice job, by the way. You didn't even hesitate on your way over here.

[Look at that perfect dismount! 10, 10, 10... and that's an 8 from the Ryussian judge. Go figure. He offers a wide smile at it though, considering that he's still playing along with the entire ruse.

Still, he's the law of the land here, and he doesn't put away his fingergun. Dave the Kid is known for his mysterious ways. The type of ways that has helped him evade being arrested for far, far too long. And this old bounty hunter over here is weak enough to fall for that silver tongued rascal.]

It's cool, I expected you to come kickin' and screaming anyway.

[You know what would be great right now? A fishnet.]

Hey, you tracked me tracking you? That feels like watchin' me text you by readin' over my shoulder.

You say it like I don't do that already.

[he's kidding. but Dave seems cooperative, here, like he may actually go to space cowboy jail without much of a fuss, if at all.]

[suspicious.]

You mean you weren't tracking me while you were busy cowboying it up in town, though? And buying weird produce, apparently.

[He holds up the carrot that he definitely still has that was, up until a moment ago, hanging out of his pocket.

Yeah, was that a carrot in your pants or were you happy to see me?]

Hey, on that creepy ass note, I don't really care anyway. Ain't like I text people stuff I wouldn't show you anyway.

[Aside from it being true, his bracer's pretty much always open for inspection and dumb self-texts if he ever has the inclination, and then... he huffs out a sigh.]

I can't believe I missed an opportunity to use this goddamn mutant carrot as a bazooka gun. Okay, since you're comin' in quietly, I don't gotta tie your hands up, right?

[nah, the jealous boyfriend shtick doesn't really suit Dave. he's more apt to get overly anxious about himself and his own perceived shortcomings rather than the people he loves. and his trust in Ryuji is absolute; they've been trying so hard to be what the other needs that there's no way that trust wouldn't be there.]

[though, he can be the kinda clingy sort when the mood strikes. kinda like right now; a fugitive tying his hand up with the sheriff's hand, fingers interlocking.]

Maybe hang on to it for the next crime I commit. [how long does it take for mutant carrots to go bad?]

[he'll have to get on the crime business thing sooner.]

You wanna do this training thing some more, or you got something else in mind?

You're makin' my job here really easy, dude.

[Which had a few layers of meaning as Dave holds his hand like this. Ryuji gives a small squeeze back to let him know that he's actually pretty appreciative of that gesture, since turning himself in was admirable in and of itself.

Probably a month until that thing needs to get thrown out or replanted. Don't let him near the greenhouse, though.]

I dunno how else to test this oath thingy, but I'd say the results of this entire experiment turned out pretty well. [Oh, god, can he really consort with a sworn enemy like this? He lifts their connected hands and presses his lips down a little north of Dave's wrist. He sure can. It feels somewhat congratulatory, actually.]

Don't got any plans after this. We could... go back to my place and cuddle over some webflix if you wanna. Or... y'know, we could always try to turn Qrow's office pink and see if we can get away with it.

[Ryuji's somehow turning this into a conjugal visit before Dave can even be thrown in prison for his long list of space crimes. which is probably why this convict's all smirks over the gesture, and both of those suggestions.]

Bein' serious for a minute here, it probably doesn't hurt to, like. Practice this shit once in a while. My Ryuji radar's pretty damn strong, but it's still not something I wanna risk losing.

But I'm into both of those ideas. 'Cause one of them sounds like a crime, and the other sounds like an alibi.

[a true old Western criminal never truly reforms, after all.]

Man, you really are a mastermind, aren't you? Why are you so sexy when you do it.

[That one is a lot less of a blunder and way more of a sincere compliment, for once, and it doesn't take much for him to follow along with that. With everything, more or less.]

If it's like a muscle, we should work it out. I bet if we get really good at this shit, we can probably... I dunno, actually pinpoint exact locations. I'm with ya. Let's try it out every now and then. I'll try to make it harder every time.

[Not just the GPS component too, but he wants to learn how to read Dave's state. It's easy enough to find him, but knowing if he's scared, or if he's confident, or if he's up to no good... that stuff could be important too.]

Alright, 'nuff said. Let's go trash Qrow's office.

[if Ryuji isn't getting quite a clear picture on how Dave is feeling, it's not due to a shortcoming on Ryuji's end — it's just Dave still working on shoving aside the shields and really let his heart live on his sleeve, like he tries so hard to do when they're hanging out together.]

[he's leaps and bounds ahead of where he was eight months ago. hence the smile. hence the little blip of amusement and affection that pings on the paladin radar, if Ryuji cares to feel it out. his heart is there. it's in Ryuji's hands. but he may always be a work in progress.]

I think that's just a mastermind thing, bro. [is it actually, Dave?]

But just say the word whenever you wanna practice. Or mind meld it or whatever.

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