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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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Or maybe Ryuji just doesn't want Dave to end up getting sent to the police because his mom thinks that he's kidnapped him or something.
That's all speculative. But he still likes the idea of all of it, so it's worth believing in. He lifts his head up and tries to eek out a sentence, and it sounds nasally and wholly un-Ryuji. His voice already sounds different enough when he's speaking his native tongue, that it might as well be like someone else is talking to him entirely.]
けばいんだ。。。ええ。。。まだ英語と日本語を決めてないんだがね。。。ですが、これで教えても大丈夫だ? Mnn... Huh? Oh. Cool.
[And the streaming show is making sense to him again.]
I was just sayin', but this shit is so gaudy. Who'd wanna, like, life in that sorta thing? Ain't enough shit to actually own to put in all those rooms.
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[he shifts slightly, sinks a little bit because sitting up straight is just way too much effort right now. bits and pieces of words of that sentence registered, at least.]
[and, a few days ago, he picked out a koi kigu for this month's deal with the devil cat over at Fantasy Costco for Ryuji specifically — so how the hell did Dave wind up wearing it, grossing it up with a bad cold? that sounds a mystery that'll take way too much thinking to solve, and neither of them really seem to have it in them right now.]
Mm. [he doesn't mean that dismissively or anything, he's just distracted by this dude's arcade, bigger than the one on the Moon Base and probably committing all kinds of crimes against classic, copyright-infringing names. idly, he scratches at Ryuji's back.]
My own house actually kinda wound up bigger than that by the time we were done playing. Not like it was fancy or anything, everyone was literally just slapping shit wherever it fit.
Also, Jade stole my bed and replaced it with the toilet.
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Dude, after bein' with the Kitsune for a month, even they don't shit where they sleep.
[Turning his head ever so slightly, he looks back at Dave and affords him a nice, tired, and totally out of it smile.]
Although... some of my best memories of you are toilet themed.
[That sure is a really fucking weird thing to say out loud, but what's done is done.]
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[thankfully for Ryuji and his really weird compliment, though, Dave interprets it for what it is: a really weird compliment. and the smile that he returns is that same small one that just keeps getting easier to find.]
M'glad that was the precedent I set for us, then.
[two for two on fucking bizarre things they both dared to say out loud.]
[they should probably actually try to get some sleep, but before Dave can really settle and pass the fuck out, as he does, the show ends abruptly, and moves on to the next one. it's a dramatic recreation of Santa vs. the Star King, for some godawful reason; it's March, and what the hell is the Moon Base programming's obsession with Santa?]
[also, the Star King is a mecha.]
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Doesn't sound that good either, as he tries to cover his mouth to stop the possibility of roommates succumbing to the plague that they brought down with them from the desert. He thinks he's just about over, when he breathes in and it's just pure sick-fire, and he has to lean over and grab a tissue to cover his nose as he rattles.
Gross!!!
But once that's over and the tissue is balled up and a free throw is made for the waste bin (cha-ching! 3 points from downtown), he notices that there's something else on TV other than some copyright free version of MTV cribs.
And what in the ever loving fuck is going on.
Ryuji watches on in horror and reverence.]
Holy shit, this is the best Christmas... movie... ever!? Wait, why is he a giant robot? You know what, I don't care, of course Santa's a giant goddamn robot.
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[because what is true love if not sitting right there while your boyfriend works his way through a really messy illness, snot and spit and microbes and all? ew. he's so attached, though, it doesn't really even occur to him to be all that grossed out — and also, it's not like Dave won't be doing the exact same thing the second he makes the mistake of breathing in.]
Wait, why are they fighting again? I forget that part of the story — or no, wait, maybe this is like. Some really festive version of robo-Celebrity Deathmatch.
[he doesn't seem to realize that he cut into English somewhere after "I forget." he leans back and grabs a nearby small bottle of apple juice, one of approximately fifty billion bottles that he has crammed in the room. because that's definitely a thing he did.]
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(It's probably less convincing and more like giving in, because let's face it, if they're going to be medbay bound, chances are one, or both of them, are going to take turns trying to visit the other, which is just about the opposite of what they're supposed to be doing while they recuperate.)
Or maybe Ryuji will stop being such a nitwit and go find out if Fantasy Costco sells Dayquail. The one with the cute animated bird on the logo that has a thermometer in its mouth? Yeah, that's not a bad idea. Dave will eventually pass out for the requisite 8-15 hours as he's destined to do, probably. Perfect time to crawl away and go do that.
Yeah, he's also been meaning to ask about the apple juice. Sure enough that stuff has to go bad at some point, right? And he can't, like... live off of a liquid diet forever. But then again, he's not sure he can really fault Dave for it. It's his favorite food in the entire world, and then there's still the conversation that they hit pause on back when they went to go find frozen burritos, fishnets, and kigus.
"My bro didn't really have a job. He did have a bunch of different websites that made some measure of money, but I can only throw out a guess at how much. Whatever it was, it was enough to pay for his shit."
His shit, right? Not Dave's, which probably means...
It's a little disconcerting to see him hoarding this much juice. Eh, something he'll mention later when they're not both metagorically dying to bacteria or whatever they're dealing with right now. He sidles right back up to Dave, leaning up against him, as he starts going on in English.
Ryuji's completely fucking lost.]
You lost me. But, uh, I think it had something to do with Santa being some evil snow giant that wanted to make kids miserable, so the Star King would come down and steal his big nutsack of toys and sleigh or some shit like that.
[That's... yeah, that's about as right as Ryuji is going to get with that story.]
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[and, well ... yeah, it calls to a history he's still trying to figure out how to talk about, and that whole thing is pretty sad, isn't it. kind of like how he swirls the bottle in his hands, not really having the appetite to drink any.]
[also, Ryuji should say Dayquail out loud.]
[language comprehension tunes back in right at "nutsack of toys," and Dave can't help himself, he starts laughing straight into a coughing fit, and, not having time to turn away or grab a tissue, he just. lifts the front of his koi kigu to cover it. they are probably going to have the burn these pajamas when they're done with them.]
[once he's steady again, though:]
Sounds legit to me. Needs more cake, though.
[............]
[ah.]
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Jokes aside, though, it's something he'll remember to bring up with Dave. He needs to eat protein, and carbs, and fats. Ryuji doesn't have the best appetite in the world, and he leans way too much on junk food as it is, but he really, truly cares about his body and wants to take care of it as much as he can. He's well read when it comes to those workout magazines from back home, a few... er, thousands of years? removed from the research that went into their publications. Even if it's easier to read and preach than to actually comply with. And the station's food was all protein goo to begin with.
Which is all kinds of silly, now, considering Dave is practically that guy in the sports stadium with a tray of snacks on demand. He's been feeding Ryuji constantly over the past few months. His muscles are growing nicely in because of it, and as he continues to consume more calories to bulk up, he eats more. Time to pay that forward, he guesses.
But Dave starts to cough and Ryuji looks over at the pitiful scene. One good turn deserves another, huh? Oh god, not right into the Kigu.
Actually, yeah. Use that thing as a snot rag. All the more reason to ditch it down the space toilet. Regardless, Ryuji's already reflexively trying to soothe him down a little bit, touching him along the shoulder to guide him back into place against him when he's done. God, he can't bear to see Dave sick like this too. Himself? Whatever, he'll get over it. But he hates the idea of him being down for the count like this. They'll just have to take care of each other.]
You know what? You're right, dude. And fried chicken.
[Which pings something inside of him.]
... Hey, you know I brought a shadow vulture egg back, right? You think that thing can hatch?
[THIS IS A HORRIBLE FUCKING IDEA RYUJI.]
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[it's sort of funny how easily and rapidly they're swapping roles here, between cared and cared for, and he slides back into his spot up against Ryuji, chest rattly and raw and uncomfortable, but at the end of the day he's running on a solid net comfortable. if anything, Dave's pretty into their current activity, and he's thinking maybe they should do it more often when they both aren't nasty mucus fountains.]
[speaking of current activity, doesn't he actually have some snacks lying around, or is it really just miles of AJ in here? he wants to go check. is Ryuji even hungry right now? everything is kind of fuzzy with congestion and it's difficult to tell much of anything, aside from those aforementioned negative status effect alarms.]
[yeah ... yeah he should go see if he can find something just in case. but there's that net comfort kicking in again, and instead of going searching for chips or whatever else he might have lying around, he sinks a little, winding his arm around Ryuji in an attempt to make sure he's at that same level of comfy.]
[and, uh. wait, what.]
Maybe? Have you been sitting on it. [THAT IS ALSO A TERRIBLE IDEA DAVE.]
Or maybe just keeping it warm would work.