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[oculusriffs]

TG: this is going to be fucking stupid isnt it


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[he'll probably be pretty touched by the gesture, Ryuji gently trying to look out for his well-being like that - even if it results in Dave finally surpassing Ryuji in height in one very late, very last growth spurt. sorry, little big spoon!]

[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.