[yes, furry!! Dave knows he probably played a role in Sub-32 losing to the top fursona at the arcade, but ... eh. he knows Ryuji's probably not all that yiffed. i mean miffed. plus, he's got a lot else on his mind right now — namely, the date.]
well every furrys gotta retire someday or be struck down by the next king of pride rock
[Nah, there's always another day. He just wants to take first, second, and third place in the game so that he can put his initials in the insert coin montage.
SUC MY DIC
Heh.]
Damn, bringin' it all the way back to Simba
Rest in peace, dude
Yeah I can head over there. What's goin' on? In the mood for some stargazing?
[His sense of time isn't that great... which is probably a bummer, but he doesn't know why today is important, of all days.]
[...... is Ryuji going to make sure every single machine in the arcade has a rude command in its high scores.]
[a noble endeavor. he'll be sure to donate his coins. and — for all the lack of sense of timing that Ryuji has, Dave has ... well, he has all of it. and it seems like, since it's been six months already, they should make a point to call back to a moment that had kind of been a long time coming, looking back on it frankly.]
yeah dude its been a while right
[so, the hangar it is. he'll be waiting for Ryuji there. and on the floor next to him sits a large, and pretty heavy box.]
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He hopes he can come up with enough witty high score insults to last through the entire collection, but he'll come to that crossroad soon enough.
And it has been a while. Geez, fuck, they've almost spent two months away from that place. Which, even if it's rife with all the unholy terrors of space, it's still... where they met. Would he do it again if it got to mean meeting Dave? Probably.
He makes his way over the hangar, though, and it's a pretty decent walk from the arcade through the spheres to get there, but he doesn't mind the kinetic devotion of energy to get there.
Flagging him down from the distance (dumb, they're practically alone out here), he approaches.]
Hey! Meow Khan totally kicked my ass, but I won this outta the gacha. [He holds out a small vending machine ball, with a tiny 3" plastic ninja figurine. Not even a rare black one, just the typical red.]
[that sounds an awful lot like a concept really popularized in 2010, according to the internet, aka, old man Dave has no idea what that means. the ninja's pretty all right, though. not amazing. just all right — and his favorite color to boot.]
[anyway, it's true that it's been six months, by his knight of time count, since they first held hands with a view of space not all that different this particular one, and maybe it's true that there's a lot that he wants to say on that fact. and ... well, maybe he will.]
[but first thing's first: he bends over and pries open the oversized cardboard box, revealing
an oversized burrito. it sort of looks like he just ordered three or four of those high endurance burritos from Bender, and then dexterously rebuilt it into a massive singular tube of tortillas and fillings, using refried beans as burrito mortar.]
[this nuke is absolutely going out into space. littering with Tex-Mex is one of their many Things, and he has exactly zero fucks to give over whether or not the Director approves.]
[he nudges at the box with his foot lightly.]
Same as before? I'll rap out a proper sendoff for it, then we'll actually send it off into orbit.
[Who is the Director to come between true spicy love? Rapscallions and miscreants as they are, it's a tried and true method of their specially branded antics.]
In with the new traditions, dude, yeet that lump of folded up rice straight out there, man.
[He crosses his arms. How many times did the burrito eventually make its way across the orbit of the station? It's hard to really know, since he only really caught it that one time they did.
You know, when they got together in the first place.]
If only 'cause this log obviously isn't fitting down the toilet.
[gross. but Dave thinks about it for a minute, before offering his farewell speech to the burrito.]
I guess ... I don't want to eulogize this shit as much as I just wanna think of it as a really fuckin' supersized homage to two memories I really like like having. And also, I don't have anything critical to say about this particular burrito; the ones you can get here are actually pretty good.
And, uh. I'm pretty sure I know what you're gonna say to this, but lemme just get it out. It's mostly just a thanks, I guess. For taking a chance on me, despite all the ways the backdrop of where we were living could have and tried to torture us. And did.
[he bites his bottom lip. he's never really been all that great at barfing out such deep sentiments, growing up in a household that highly discouraged displaying emotions on a false pretense of manliness and a bro ninja code, but being so sentimental ... that's just the sort of person Ryuji is helping him become.]
That's kind of why I wanted to launch another burrito out there right now — like, as a reminder. I mean, it's not like I was gonna forget it, I just wanted to be able to look out the window and see something that reminds me of you floating by. And also ... it'd be a reminder that it doesn't matter how bad shit gets, it'll never actually be the worst, 'cause I've got you here with me.
[Despite knowing absolutely what was going to happen here the second he saw the burrito, Dave has a way of surprising Ryuji every time he looks at him. Being with him feels like he lives in his favorite ramen shop, a comfort that's always leaving him ful-filled and content.
As Dave goes on and thanks him though, the initial uprising thought is that he doesn't need to thank him for doing something that felt natural and right to do. Even if it was a little awkward at first, like creeping by and asking to spend the night with him for that first time. And every step they've taken to continue their conversation has chipped away at the things they both managed to come to the table with.
So Ryuji smiles, enjoying this not-eulogy of a burrito.]
Dude, this ain't even a funeral, this is like. A burrito birthday.
[But that's not really conveying the feeling of that exact welling up tide of emotion in his being, or the way that it still keeps him flustered, even 6 months later.]
And just for the record, that chance we took was probably, like, I dunno about you, but one of the best I've ever taken. I mean, I kinda think I know how you feel about that too, yeah? And...
And I love you. Pretty sure that feeling only kinda grows. You'll always, always have me by your side. Fingers floating in a jar, burrito floating in space, and sometimes me just floating in your bed. So. Yeah.
[He's said his peace on it, so it's time to kick this baby out into the world. But first! He pops out the little ninja boy from the gacha ball and holds it out.]
Put 'em in there. First ninja in space. Burrito's getting a soul.
[that's ... that's really kind of weird, Dave? whatever. he moves on without giving it a second thought, reaching over to take the gachinja out of Ryuji's hand.]
And, I love you too. [it feels a little less wild to say it every time he does, though it's not because he doesn't mean it. it's more just one of those things that was built up to over time, maybe something he'd known, or had been telling himself, for a while, but didn't know how to express it without just blurting it out completely unprompted, and lacking in any sort of finesse.]
That's why I wanted to do this. Just kinda make this place feel even more like home, for real, regardless of where we wind up going.
[that's just how it's going to have to be, then — whatever's waiting for them when the last relic is reclaimed, whatever place they stake out for themselves when the story's over, they'll just ... find somewhere to build a shrine to burritos.]
[he was already kind of feeling this the second he thought of doing the burrito eulogy in the first place, and, well — why the hell not. after a brief pause, Dave glances around, as if making sure it's just two guys and a burrito in this corner of the hangar, then he pulls Ryuji closer to kiss him.]
[Yeah, that's a bit weird of a comment to make, dude.
But. "And, I love you too." Fucking music to his ears when Dave says it, and the more comfortable they get around using those words, the more that it sinks in and occupies a part of his brain that's coded for "deserving to be loved." Here they are, two astronauts, boldly going where nobody's gone before, and even if they land in Ryussia or Tokyo, or wherever, they'll have a little flag that they can jut into the ground and call it theirs. Bring some Tex-Mex over for dinner and break the place in.
There's a few things that Ryuji can say to all of this, from pointing out him doing something as simple as busting out a "for real" on him, to reminding him that Dave is his home, but it gets more or less waysided by an intimate gesture instead. Feels like being back on that Observation deck, watching a burrito floating by, and looking down at an isolated planet below that neither of them knew. Instinctively, his arms wrap around Dave's mid and hold him in place. In a position that Ryuji feels most natural in, as if coaching Dave to close the gap between them is just an extension of those words he just said a few moments ago are more than just words. Always by his side. Or in front of him, sometimes. That burrito launch sequence can wait a few moments longer, right? Just keep it out of reach for a few more moments.
And so, it's taken them 6 months to get to the same scene where they started all of this, but all those awkward moments, all the work they've both put in to getting to this point, only makes that memory echo louder from the past, signaling that they've got this. They've got everything. He closes his eyes for a brief moment, smiling through the kiss enough to make it uneven to hold their lips like puzzle pieces fitting in tandem. And if, by some weird stroke of magic, extremely strong emotional states are able to felt through their oath, then this one's a pretty big blip on the radar.]
Told ya, you can decorate the place as much as you want, Lois. You are my home. Big ole welcome mat right at the doorstep of your heart 'n all.
[Brushed against his lips, quiet and reverent, which is vastly unusual for someone like Ryuji, but said just enough so that the two of them are the only ones who would ever or could ever possibly hear it. He comes back around for a second kiss, though, because he's not going to take every chance to snog the hell out of him when he's about to re-launch their inaugural emblem back out into the great void. Who can blame Ryuji? As he sees it, Dave is a highly kissable guy, pretty much always.]
[supernatural effects of an oath or not, he can feel it. it's in the way Ryuji holds on to him, and the way he murmurs, words meant for no one else but Dave. it's also in the way he smiles, and in the instant understanding that was there the second he unveiled his burrito handiwork, and the affirmation that an honestly pretty silly space junk ritual was still just as important to Ryuji as it was to Dave. that there's so much good to have come out of the moment he blurted out that he liked him, then later blurted out that he loved him, that made every little thing they've worked on or struggled with together completely worth it.]
[he doesn't have time to respond before Ryuji's kissing him again, and if Dave's not careful, he might wind up forgetting about the burrito and everything else he'd thought to bring to mark this occasion entirely, as he tries to hang on to the moment they're standing in right now.]
[and this, much like everything else they've done in their relationship, gets easier the more time passes; he doesn't feel awkward about what to do with his hands anymore, he feels more in tune with movements that work well for the both of them, hell, he's even figured out how to do this without his shades getting uncomfortably in the way, though he'd prefer pushing them to the top of his head, assuming he doesn't get carried away and forgets to first.]
[he winds his arms around Ryuji, pressing their bodies a little bit closer, lit up by instinct and hormones, a hand reaching up to find the side of Ryuji's face, then his hair, gently keeping him in place until Dave's satisfied.]
[which, judging by the way Dave is tilting his head to get a better angle at it, might be a few more minutes.]
[Six months of this, and you'd think that Ryuji's become a master of the kissing arts, but no, he's still just as haphazard about it as he's always been, excited for the touch and the way it makes his entire being practically vibrate with a familiar happiness that claws all the way down, deep into his soul, and it's still not perfect. Not by a long shot, but it's how he kisses Dave. It's how he's learned to connect their lips, and even if each one is a little different, it's still something he's learned from Dave. He hasn't really learned how to kiss, more... learning to do it in a way that he feels like he's doing it right for his boyfriend. And there's nothing more encouraging to that sensation than a hand against his face, a steadying curl of a finger from a siren's call to keep going. Like a pirate captain unguarded and not tied to the mast of the ship, he comes closer, obliging in that subtle command to keep going until Dave's good.
Those teenage hormones don't help very much either, because it dulls out the idea that they're doing this outside the confines of a set of closed doors, and his steadying grasp becomes a little more urgent in its pull to get him closer to him, even if they're already parallel converging points in an upright tandem of positions, because his head is tilting in the opposite direction from Dave's acute angle by a mere few degrees, and he goes for it. Inward, exploratory, completely unwilling to be decent out in the hangar. Instinctive responses follow, his chest rising as he takes a slightly more aggressive stance.
Even if the lights went out, he wouldn't stop. He's not getting cockblocked from making out with his boyfriend when it's just about the most amazing thing in the world. It's times like these that he completely forgets just how powerfully Dave's got his heart wound up for him. Wasn't there something they were supposed to be doing?
[it's sort of crazy, really — even by their current standard, and their current activity of partaking in some healthy PDA in the hangar. for pretty much his entire life, though he'd never consider himself a leader, Dave's always been the one to kind of be in charge. he's always been the one with solutions, always the one with a plan of action, always the one looking out for everyone else.]
[when it comes to Ryuji, though? after six months and conversations around it, it somehow feels just as natural to let him take charge, for Dave to feel good enough to be taken care of, to let Ryuji go ahead and have his way with him.]
[so, he does. he doesn't care that Ryuji's inexperienced, that every kiss and movement is different from the last or just plain improvised; he's so into this, so into the two of them and what they're doing, that he wouldn't be able to tell the difference between experienced and novice. and if Ryuji happens to find something Dave likes while he's out there exploring, testing the waters of what works for the both of them, he'll let him know by trying to respond in kind, or simply by the way he tightens his hold on him.]
[his thoughts have sort of blanked out completely here, but eventually, the thought that they are in fact still out in the hangar starts to break through the haze — and he's getting a little too riled up to be able to keep it at about their current level of PG-13. so the next time there's a pause for air he lowers his head, nestling his face in the crook of Ryuji's neck, an instinctive gesture meant to try to gently calm the both of them down.]
[of course, that could just as easily be interpreted as teasing, and he may or may not be accidentally riling them up even more.]
this was bound to happen at some point and i'm sorry
[Thank god at least one of them has a little bit of self control, because Ryuji's gone missing in a way that printing it out on a milk carton with a finder's reward just won't turn up with any fruitful results. And just as Dave pulls back a little to rest his head up against his neck, things had heated up enough that he stands there for a moment, almost ready to pick up for another round in the boxing match that is their tongues tangoing, only to realize in a half second delay that he's not... there anymore.
Ryuji breathes out a sigh, hard enough that his shoulders rattle a smidge. Like every time he's gotten to kiss Dave, he gets extremely lost in it, and coming down from that mountain is an exhausting endeavor in and of itself. Ryuji presses his head a little downward and against Dave's, letting him know just exactly how warm his cheeks feel, regardless of how embarrassing that tidbit really is.
And Dave's right, they should slow down, they have a burrito to launch into space, and forgetting that shouldn't be allowed to happen, but he's also right in a very different, quite possibly worse way. He can feel breath against his neck, Dave's body against his grasp, and with how close Ryuji's drawn him close, it sets off a chain reaction that ends up diverting blood from the upstairs to his downstairs and---
Fuck.
Oh god, no.
He tries to pull this off coyly, but there's no coming back from it once it's started. Drawing his torso backward, he does his best to try and ignore the elephant in his pants, and breathes heavily through his nose, slightly panicked. It's cool? It's cool. Everything's okay.
He clears his throat, and eventually loosens himself up from Dave being anywhere near his neck.]
Er... uh. I. Uh. Yeah! We've... got... a thing. That we should get done. That thing. The burrito thing.
[Biting down on his lip, he gives a brisk nod. Ryuji's in a good position right now to vanish from this, and all other, realities.]
[there is pretty much no being coy about any of this, frankly — and when Ryuji pulls away, there's a moment where Dave kind of internally panics over what he's supposed to do in response, somehow surprised over a very obvious and expected outcome to getting a little too heavy and/or handsy in the hangar.]
[Ryuji kind of looks like he wants to play it off. Dave should, too, right? or should he try to say something reassuring? like, "sorry about that, bro, but glad I have that kinda effect on you." no, that's stupid — it's not wrong, exactly, he is finding himself weirdly. victorious?? right now, but god, would that be stupid to say out loud.]
[and ... well, it's not like he hasn't thought about what he would do in a scenario sort of like this one. it's more like he's not brave enough to follow through on those thoughts, especially not out somewhere pretty public like a hangar. so. there Dave is, gazed fixed at a point behind past Ryuji while not quite looking directly at him, hoping his blazing face doesn't betray what he's trying to say here.]
Relax. [that's not said in a commanding "chill out, Ryuji" sort of tone, either. it's ... more like, "it's cool. don't worry — don't be embarrassed." the sort of tone that acknowledges a boner without actually pointing it out. he hopes that this is the sort of response Ryuji's also hoping for.]
I brought some other stuff, not just the space Tex-Mex. Wanna see?
[Cut to 4 years ago when Ryuji was just hitting the puberty stage and stared at an expensive melon at the market before realizing that he was sporting a long johnson in public and had to think about his school principal before that cat came down from the tree. At least??? At least he's past that point in his life. This one was, at least, a lot more understandable in retrospect. Not that retrospect ever helps in the heat of the moment (telling him what his heart meant, the heat of the moment).
To say that Ryuji's staving off a massive blush is a herculean understatement here. He just practically dry humped his boyfriend in public? Okay, it's okay. It's fine. They're good! He's deeply in love with this guy, they've been dating a while (6 months!!! 6 months...) thinks he's about the hottest thing in any universe, so... it's okay, right? Natural kind of thing to do, and he's right- although he might have a reason to be proud of being able to do that to him, making a not-big deal out of it is definitely a way to keep his head on his shoulders.
He slowly nods at the request. Should he sit down? Try to cover himself up a little bit, because it's still... front and center, and god. God!!!]
Okay. I'm chill. Calm as a buddhist monk just meditatin' and butterflies comin' to visit his bald little head and everything.
[If you believe it, it will come true.]
What, uh. Wait, there's more? Forreal?! What else is in there?
[that is to say, keep thinking about it. maybe it'll quell the raging hormone storm long enough to also calm a bit of an embarrassing situation. even though neither of them, frankly, have anything to be embarrassed about — such is the way when you're two boys who love each other a lot, but who are maybe still trying to figure out the whole intimacy thing.]
But, yeah. Here. [first thing's first: he snatches a smaller box out of the burrito box, and hands it over to Ryuji. it's still warm. there is an inviting aroma lightly wafting. it's —]
I asked the bot for a meat pie, and it ... kinda delivered.
[— it's another callback to a moment they shared together, though this time, everyone in the room is fully aware of the actual definition of a cow pie. and the item in the box most certainly does not meet that definition. it wasn't really the kind of meat hand pie Dave was going for when he consulted Bender, but it is a chicken pot pie, and that's about as Southern as you can get when you're not able to tack a bunch of pictures of Houston to the walls in the deepest voids of space.]
[and also, Dave is fully aware by now that the Status: Hungry thing is just a part of who Ryuji is. and so, he's simply worked it into his six-month anniversary deal.]
[One day, he'll tell Dave about his principal cool down image. Nothing makes him lose it quicker than thinking about a guy without a neck who is quite possibly one of the most rotten people he's ever met. But maybe he shouldn't, actually. That's kind of weird too. When you're this much of a disaster at this sort of stuff, you come up with ways to tame the lion downstairs.
And in an attempt not to turn this into the scene from American pie, Ryuji will just take the box into his hands and let the warmth run its course into his palms. He tilts his head, soft smile splayed on his lips as the aroma wafts upward.]
Whoa, seriously?
[He was utterly distracted by the smell of it to realize that this was a gift born out of the very dream chamber of their relationship, and as he snaps to, he realizes really quick what's going on here. Their date. Up in Space Houston. And it's hard to feel his heart just fucking melt right then and there, recalling the moment that he slid a cow pie covered up on a skateboard towards Dave's direction.
Ryuji dares to peek into the box and look at it. He notices that Dave's been bringing him food a lot lately, and hell, he definitely doesn't mind that at all, but he also forgets that Dave can sense his state of being through their two way connection.]
Hey... [He's going to devour this thing. That's written in the stars, but, first.] This is just like that date we hate. Except... instead of everything goin' wrong. It's just. It's perfect. [Imagine that, a life where things aren't completely working against them 24/7.]
I dunno what to say. I got to make out with you, you're feedin' me. We got entertainment. Shit, you're just straight up amazing, you know that?
[the machine hadn't given him the food he actually wanted, which was as stark a parallel to their old date as any, but. heh. a smile creeps across Dave's face, a small to medium sized one, pleased and a little flustered, and preening just slightly that his romantic and kinda sappy ideas are going over well.]
I mean, you say shit like that and it just makes me wanna go for round two.
[oh. welp — proposition just up and blurted out, before he could stop himself, and maybe even before they could finish chilling out after round one. but he's still riding high on his successes here, and so far it's been pretty effective at stripping coyness and redressing him in forwardness.]
[to that end, he seems a lot less embarrassed about what he just said than he would have not even two months ago. Dave remembers he's still holding on to that plastic ninja and bends at the knees briefly, just kind of. stabbing the guy headfirst into the tortilla.]
[death by burrito in space. it's how he, if he were a gacha ninja, would want to go.]
First things first, though. [hefting the box in his arms, he stands. let's do a space food litter.]
[He really does think it's kind of perfect. Regardless of whether or not that this meat pie didn't come out of satan's oven to it's specified recipe, it's the combination of effort that it took to put all of this stuff together. He knows what going through those motions are like, he did it for Dave when he wanted to take him to space Houston for a night- just the thought of doing something for someone just because it's nice, and knowing that it'll make the other person feel good about, well, everything. It stands to be said over and over again, but it's just so deeply obvious that they'd do pretty much anything for each other. Without being asked, in almost all the cases.
That, though, doesn't really stop Ryuji from standing there, his forehead raising as his ears push back from the surprise at the second round comment. His own boner hasn't even completely went back to bed for the evening here, and there he fucking goes, just mentioning that he wants to do that again, and--- god, it's starting back up and he wishes he had an on and off switch for that thing.]
I'd kiss you in your mouth again, yeah, that's a thing we could do. Sign me the fuck right up.
[Wow, elegant as ever.
And as if he realizes he just said quite possibly the dumbest thing this Hangar's ever heard in its entire long history of being here, he rubs his nose with the back of his hand and tries to cough to cover up pretty much all of that?? Six months of dating and he can still own up to being this incredibly messy about everything.
Thank god for goals, though, because Dave's hoisting the box in his hands, and Ryuji, like a puppy, is very keen on following him out there.]
Yeah, alright. What's the plan? Want me to supercharge you up and you give it a good asskicking out into orbit, or you got somethin' else in mind goin' on? Just gotta be careful that we don't like explode the goddamn thing and end up shitting rice into space.
[They have launchers for the glass spheres, dude. Don't make this that complicated.]
[it's not the first time Dave has made a subtle pass like that, only to have Ryuji respond by blatantly barreling right through it — and it most definitely isn't the first time it's left Dave flustered, gripping tightly onto the box of stupidly big burrito.]
[why are you flustered, bro, you're the one who started this! both the this of right now and the this that was the second he decided to just go ahead and start a snogging session.]
[he breathes in, biting his lip, shifting the box a little.]
Was just gonna launch it like a glass bomb, dude.
[so, yeah, he was thinking about using the launchers.]
And then, uh. I guess — [oh god. Dave, you're already blurting it out, may as well just wind up and take the shot and hope it doesn't come out too terrible.]
[The flustering is always a mini sort of compliment for Ryuji, even if he wants to try and make him as comfortable as humanly possible... pretty much all the damn time. And Ryuji smiles at that, thinking that maybe he was overreacting to the strategic initiative in attempting to blast this burrito out there, when it was a lot easier to just let the moon base do what it was meant to do.
Typical of Ryuji, really.
And hey, at least this time, the view is a lot better than watching it get swirled down a toilet. God knows how it stayed completely intact as it made its maiden voyage into orbital space. Speaking of swirling, Ryuji's now reeling, realizing what Dave just said and internalizing it. Which, isn't helping his wandering teenage mind.]
You mean there's gonna be an after party? A VIP room for the both of us.
[He doesn't really have to say that. He doesn't??? but he does. As they head over to the launchers, he looks out into the vastly large globe of a planet below them. Familiar, in a way, that space has become a natural part of their relationship.]
For all the shit we've been through, I gotta say... uh. I mean. There are a billion billion other people out there. Different universes, different planets circlin' different suns all movin' around willy nilly in galaxies that we'll never see. But I couldn't think that I've been anything but extremely lucky for that one in a billion billion chance that brought us together, y'know? That I have you as my moon.
[Oh, he realizes that was fucking corny, and scratches the back of his head, smiling.]
Ahh... I guess I'm just always gonna be this sappy, huh? Still gonna love me when I'm like, practically ready for the old person home at age 40 and still sayin' shit like this?
You've been saying shit like that since pretty much day one, and I'm still here.
[light and affectionate, an awful lot like the little smile Dave's sporting right now. he tips the box like one might try to pour a giant bowl of cereal, letting his burrito creation sort of just. coagulate into the launcher's loading mechanism. it's disgusting. it's probably going to leave a skidmark on its way out into orbit, and they're probably going to get in trouble for it.]
[it's almost just like the first burrito they flushed. this one is much more flavorful, sure, but it's reached that familiar void in appealing texture of the burritos from another dimension, since it's been sitting in the box for a little while now. he loves it.]
[he loves the memory, not the burrito.]
I'll let you have the honors — and I'll let you pick out the VIP room — but there's one more thing I wanna do first.
[please hold while he just straight up drops the now empty box, cementing his status as a hangar litterer, and pats at his person, searching for something.]
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well every furrys gotta retire someday
or be struck down by the next king of pride rock
wanna meet me at the hangar
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SUC
MY
DIC
Heh.]
Damn, bringin' it all the way back to Simba
Rest in peace, dude
Yeah I can head over there. What's goin' on? In the mood for some stargazing?
[His sense of time isn't that great... which is probably a bummer, but he doesn't know why today is important, of all days.]
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[a noble endeavor. he'll be sure to donate his coins. and — for all the lack of sense of timing that Ryuji has, Dave has ... well, he has all of it. and it seems like, since it's been six months already, they should make a point to call back to a moment that had kind of been a long time coming, looking back on it frankly.]
yeah dude
its been a while right
[so, the hangar it is. he'll be waiting for Ryuji there. and on the floor next to him sits a large, and pretty heavy box.]
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He hopes he can come up with enough witty high score insults to last through the entire collection, but he'll come to that crossroad soon enough.
And it has been a while. Geez, fuck, they've almost spent two months away from that place. Which, even if it's rife with all the unholy terrors of space, it's still... where they met. Would he do it again if it got to mean meeting Dave? Probably.
He makes his way over the hangar, though, and it's a pretty decent walk from the arcade through the spheres to get there, but he doesn't mind the kinetic devotion of energy to get there.
Flagging him down from the distance (dumb, they're practically alone out here), he approaches.]
Hey! Meow Khan totally kicked my ass, but I won this outta the gacha. [He holds out a small vending machine ball, with a tiny 3" plastic ninja figurine. Not even a rare black one, just the typical red.]
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[that sounds an awful lot like a concept really popularized in 2010, according to the internet, aka, old man Dave has no idea what that means. the ninja's pretty all right, though. not amazing. just all right — and his favorite color to boot.]
[anyway, it's true that it's been six months, by his knight of time count, since they first held hands with a view of space not all that different this particular one, and maybe it's true that there's a lot that he wants to say on that fact. and ... well, maybe he will.]
[but first thing's first: he bends over and pries open the oversized cardboard box, revealing
an oversized burrito. it sort of looks like he just ordered three or four of those high endurance burritos from Bender, and then dexterously rebuilt it into a massive singular tube of tortillas and fillings, using refried beans as burrito mortar.]
[what the fuck Dave.]
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Agape.]
Holy shit, it's nuke-sized.
[That thing's going out into space, ain't it?]
That thing's like. Five baby arms taped together.
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[this nuke is absolutely going out into space. littering with Tex-Mex is one of their many Things, and he has exactly zero fucks to give over whether or not the Director approves.]
[he nudges at the box with his foot lightly.]
Same as before? I'll rap out a proper sendoff for it, then we'll actually send it off into orbit.
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In with the new traditions, dude, yeet that lump of folded up rice straight out there, man.
[He crosses his arms. How many times did the burrito eventually make its way across the orbit of the station? It's hard to really know, since he only really caught it that one time they did.
You know, when they got together in the first place.]
Same as before. Minus the toilet.
[If the sphere engineer Avi was here...
Nah, he'd probably be okay with this.]
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[gross. but Dave thinks about it for a minute, before offering his farewell speech to the burrito.]
I guess ... I don't want to eulogize this shit as much as I just wanna think of it as a really fuckin' supersized homage to two memories I really like like having. And also, I don't have anything critical to say about this particular burrito; the ones you can get here are actually pretty good.
And, uh. I'm pretty sure I know what you're gonna say to this, but lemme just get it out. It's mostly just a thanks, I guess. For taking a chance on me, despite all the ways the backdrop of where we were living could have and tried to torture us. And did.
[he bites his bottom lip. he's never really been all that great at barfing out such deep sentiments, growing up in a household that highly discouraged displaying emotions on a false pretense of manliness and a bro ninja code, but being so sentimental ... that's just the sort of person Ryuji is helping him become.]
That's kind of why I wanted to launch another burrito out there right now — like, as a reminder. I mean, it's not like I was gonna forget it, I just wanted to be able to look out the window and see something that reminds me of you floating by. And also ... it'd be a reminder that it doesn't matter how bad shit gets, it'll never actually be the worst, 'cause I've got you here with me.
That's all.
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[Despite knowing absolutely what was going to happen here the second he saw the burrito, Dave has a way of surprising Ryuji every time he looks at him. Being with him feels like he lives in his favorite ramen shop, a comfort that's always leaving him ful-filled and content.
As Dave goes on and thanks him though, the initial uprising thought is that he doesn't need to thank him for doing something that felt natural and right to do. Even if it was a little awkward at first, like creeping by and asking to spend the night with him for that first time. And every step they've taken to continue their conversation has chipped away at the things they both managed to come to the table with.
So Ryuji smiles, enjoying this not-eulogy of a burrito.]
Dude, this ain't even a funeral, this is like. A burrito birthday.
[But that's not really conveying the feeling of that exact welling up tide of emotion in his being, or the way that it still keeps him flustered, even 6 months later.]
And just for the record, that chance we took was probably, like, I dunno about you, but one of the best I've ever taken. I mean, I kinda think I know how you feel about that too, yeah? And...
And I love you. Pretty sure that feeling only kinda grows. You'll always, always have me by your side. Fingers floating in a jar, burrito floating in space, and sometimes me just floating in your bed. So. Yeah.
[He's said his peace on it, so it's time to kick this baby out into the world. But first! He pops out the little ninja boy from the gacha ball and holds it out.]
Put 'em in there. First ninja in space. Burrito's getting a soul.
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[that's ... that's really kind of weird, Dave? whatever. he moves on without giving it a second thought, reaching over to take the gachinja out of Ryuji's hand.]
And, I love you too. [it feels a little less wild to say it every time he does, though it's not because he doesn't mean it. it's more just one of those things that was built up to over time, maybe something he'd known, or had been telling himself, for a while, but didn't know how to express it without just blurting it out completely unprompted, and lacking in any sort of finesse.]
That's why I wanted to do this. Just kinda make this place feel even more like home, for real, regardless of where we wind up going.
[that's just how it's going to have to be, then — whatever's waiting for them when the last relic is reclaimed, whatever place they stake out for themselves when the story's over, they'll just ... find somewhere to build a shrine to burritos.]
[he was already kind of feeling this the second he thought of doing the burrito eulogy in the first place, and, well — why the hell not. after a brief pause, Dave glances around, as if making sure it's just two guys and a burrito in this corner of the hangar, then he pulls Ryuji closer to kiss him.]
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[Yeah, that's a bit weird of a comment to make, dude.
But. "And, I love you too." Fucking music to his ears when Dave says it, and the more comfortable they get around using those words, the more that it sinks in and occupies a part of his brain that's coded for "deserving to be loved." Here they are, two astronauts, boldly going where nobody's gone before, and even if they land in Ryussia or Tokyo, or wherever, they'll have a little flag that they can jut into the ground and call it theirs. Bring some Tex-Mex over for dinner and break the place in.
There's a few things that Ryuji can say to all of this, from pointing out him doing something as simple as busting out a "for real" on him, to reminding him that Dave is his home, but it gets more or less waysided by an intimate gesture instead. Feels like being back on that Observation deck, watching a burrito floating by, and looking down at an isolated planet below that neither of them knew. Instinctively, his arms wrap around Dave's mid and hold him in place. In a position that Ryuji feels most natural in, as if coaching Dave to close the gap between them is just an extension of those words he just said a few moments ago are more than just words. Always by his side. Or in front of him, sometimes. That burrito launch sequence can wait a few moments longer, right? Just keep it out of reach for a few more moments.
And so, it's taken them 6 months to get to the same scene where they started all of this, but all those awkward moments, all the work they've both put in to getting to this point, only makes that memory echo louder from the past, signaling that they've got this. They've got everything. He closes his eyes for a brief moment, smiling through the kiss enough to make it uneven to hold their lips like puzzle pieces fitting in tandem. And if, by some weird stroke of magic, extremely strong emotional states are able to felt through their oath, then this one's a pretty big blip on the radar.]
Told ya, you can decorate the place as much as you want, Lois. You are my home. Big ole welcome mat right at the doorstep of your heart 'n all.
[Brushed against his lips, quiet and reverent, which is vastly unusual for someone like Ryuji, but said just enough so that the two of them are the only ones who would ever or could ever possibly hear it. He comes back around for a second kiss, though, because he's not going to take every chance to snog the hell out of him when he's about to re-launch their inaugural emblem back out into the great void. Who can blame Ryuji? As he sees it, Dave is a highly kissable guy, pretty much always.]
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[he doesn't have time to respond before Ryuji's kissing him again, and if Dave's not careful, he might wind up forgetting about the burrito and everything else he'd thought to bring to mark this occasion entirely, as he tries to hang on to the moment they're standing in right now.]
[and this, much like everything else they've done in their relationship, gets easier the more time passes; he doesn't feel awkward about what to do with his hands anymore, he feels more in tune with movements that work well for the both of them, hell, he's even figured out how to do this without his shades getting uncomfortably in the way, though he'd prefer pushing them to the top of his head, assuming he doesn't get carried away and forgets to first.]
[he winds his arms around Ryuji, pressing their bodies a little bit closer, lit up by instinct and hormones, a hand reaching up to find the side of Ryuji's face, then his hair, gently keeping him in place until Dave's satisfied.]
[which, judging by the way Dave is tilting his head to get a better angle at it, might be a few more minutes.]
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Those teenage hormones don't help very much either, because it dulls out the idea that they're doing this outside the confines of a set of closed doors, and his steadying grasp becomes a little more urgent in its pull to get him closer to him, even if they're already parallel converging points in an upright tandem of positions, because his head is tilting in the opposite direction from Dave's acute angle by a mere few degrees, and he goes for it. Inward, exploratory, completely unwilling to be decent out in the hangar. Instinctive responses follow, his chest rising as he takes a slightly more aggressive stance.
Even if the lights went out, he wouldn't stop. He's not getting cockblocked from making out with his boyfriend when it's just about the most amazing thing in the world. It's times like these that he completely forgets just how powerfully Dave's got his heart wound up for him. Wasn't there something they were supposed to be doing?
Nope, not a damn thing else.]
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[when it comes to Ryuji, though? after six months and conversations around it, it somehow feels just as natural to let him take charge, for Dave to feel good enough to be taken care of, to let Ryuji go ahead and have his way with him.]
[so, he does. he doesn't care that Ryuji's inexperienced, that every kiss and movement is different from the last or just plain improvised; he's so into this, so into the two of them and what they're doing, that he wouldn't be able to tell the difference between experienced and novice. and if Ryuji happens to find something Dave likes while he's out there exploring, testing the waters of what works for the both of them, he'll let him know by trying to respond in kind, or simply by the way he tightens his hold on him.]
[his thoughts have sort of blanked out completely here, but eventually, the thought that they are in fact still out in the hangar starts to break through the haze — and he's getting a little too riled up to be able to keep it at about their current level of PG-13. so the next time there's a pause for air he lowers his head, nestling his face in the crook of Ryuji's neck, an instinctive gesture meant to try to gently calm the both of them down.]
[of course, that could just as easily be interpreted as teasing, and he may or may not be accidentally riling them up even more.]
this was bound to happen at some point and i'm sorry
Ryuji breathes out a sigh, hard enough that his shoulders rattle a smidge. Like every time he's gotten to kiss Dave, he gets extremely lost in it, and coming down from that mountain is an exhausting endeavor in and of itself. Ryuji presses his head a little downward and against Dave's, letting him know just exactly how warm his cheeks feel, regardless of how embarrassing that tidbit really is.
And Dave's right, they should slow down, they have a burrito to launch into space, and forgetting that shouldn't be allowed to happen, but he's also right in a very different, quite possibly worse way. He can feel breath against his neck, Dave's body against his grasp, and with how close Ryuji's drawn him close, it sets off a chain reaction that ends up diverting blood from the upstairs to his downstairs and---
Fuck.
Oh god, no.
He tries to pull this off coyly, but there's no coming back from it once it's started. Drawing his torso backward, he does his best to try and ignore the elephant in his pants, and breathes heavily through his nose, slightly panicked. It's cool? It's cool. Everything's okay.
He clears his throat, and eventually loosens himself up from Dave being anywhere near his neck.]
Er... uh. I. Uh. Yeah! We've... got... a thing. That we should get done. That thing. The burrito thing.
[Biting down on his lip, he gives a brisk nod. Ryuji's in a good position right now to vanish from this, and all other, realities.]
So, uh.
ryuji is blazing new trails
[Ryuji kind of looks like he wants to play it off. Dave should, too, right? or should he try to say something reassuring? like, "sorry about that, bro, but glad I have that kinda effect on you." no, that's stupid — it's not wrong, exactly, he is finding himself weirdly. victorious?? right now, but god, would that be stupid to say out loud.]
[and ... well, it's not like he hasn't thought about what he would do in a scenario sort of like this one. it's more like he's not brave enough to follow through on those thoughts, especially not out somewhere pretty public like a hangar. so. there Dave is, gazed fixed at a point behind past Ryuji while not quite looking directly at him, hoping his blazing face doesn't betray what he's trying to say here.]
Relax. [that's not said in a commanding "chill out, Ryuji" sort of tone, either. it's ... more like, "it's cool. don't worry — don't be embarrassed." the sort of tone that acknowledges a boner without actually pointing it out. he hopes that this is the sort of response Ryuji's also hoping for.]
I brought some other stuff, not just the space Tex-Mex. Wanna see?
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To say that Ryuji's staving off a massive blush is a herculean understatement here. He just practically dry humped his boyfriend in public? Okay, it's okay. It's fine. They're good! He's deeply in love with this guy, they've been dating a while (6 months!!! 6 months...) thinks he's about the hottest thing in any universe, so... it's okay, right? Natural kind of thing to do, and he's right- although he might have a reason to be proud of being able to do that to him, making a not-big deal out of it is definitely a way to keep his head on his shoulders.
He slowly nods at the request. Should he sit down? Try to cover himself up a little bit, because it's still... front and center, and god. God!!!]
Okay. I'm chill. Calm as a buddhist monk just meditatin' and butterflies comin' to visit his bald little head and everything.
[If you believe it, it will come true.]
What, uh. Wait, there's more? Forreal?! What else is in there?
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[that is to say, keep thinking about it. maybe it'll quell the raging hormone storm long enough to also calm a bit of an embarrassing situation. even though neither of them, frankly, have anything to be embarrassed about — such is the way when you're two boys who love each other a lot, but who are maybe still trying to figure out the whole intimacy thing.]
But, yeah. Here. [first thing's first: he snatches a smaller box out of the burrito box, and hands it over to Ryuji. it's still warm. there is an inviting aroma lightly wafting. it's —]
I asked the bot for a meat pie, and it ... kinda delivered.
[— it's another callback to a moment they shared together, though this time, everyone in the room is fully aware of the actual definition of a cow pie. and the item in the box most certainly does not meet that definition. it wasn't really the kind of meat hand pie Dave was going for when he consulted Bender, but it is a chicken pot pie, and that's about as Southern as you can get when you're not able to tack a bunch of pictures of Houston to the walls in the deepest voids of space.]
[and also, Dave is fully aware by now that the Status: Hungry thing is just a part of who Ryuji is. and so, he's simply worked it into his six-month anniversary deal.]
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And in an attempt not to turn this into the scene from American pie, Ryuji will just take the box into his hands and let the warmth run its course into his palms. He tilts his head, soft smile splayed on his lips as the aroma wafts upward.]
Whoa, seriously?
[He was utterly distracted by the smell of it to realize that this was a gift born out of the very dream chamber of their relationship, and as he snaps to, he realizes really quick what's going on here. Their date. Up in Space Houston. And it's hard to feel his heart just fucking melt right then and there, recalling the moment that he slid a cow pie covered up on a skateboard towards Dave's direction.
Ryuji dares to peek into the box and look at it. He notices that Dave's been bringing him food a lot lately, and hell, he definitely doesn't mind that at all, but he also forgets that Dave can sense his state of being through their two way connection.]
Hey... [He's going to devour this thing. That's written in the stars, but, first.] This is just like that date we hate. Except... instead of everything goin' wrong. It's just. It's perfect. [Imagine that, a life where things aren't completely working against them 24/7.]
I dunno what to say. I got to make out with you, you're feedin' me. We got entertainment. Shit, you're just straight up amazing, you know that?
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[the machine hadn't given him the food he actually wanted, which was as stark a parallel to their old date as any, but. heh. a smile creeps across Dave's face, a small to medium sized one, pleased and a little flustered, and preening just slightly that his romantic and kinda sappy ideas are going over well.]
I mean, you say shit like that and it just makes me wanna go for round two.
[oh. welp — proposition just up and blurted out, before he could stop himself, and maybe even before they could finish chilling out after round one. but he's still riding high on his successes here, and so far it's been pretty effective at stripping coyness and redressing him in forwardness.]
[to that end, he seems a lot less embarrassed about what he just said than he would have not even two months ago. Dave remembers he's still holding on to that plastic ninja and bends at the knees briefly, just kind of. stabbing the guy headfirst into the tortilla.]
[death by burrito in space. it's how he, if he were a gacha ninja, would want to go.]
First things first, though. [hefting the box in his arms, he stands. let's do a space food litter.]
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That, though, doesn't really stop Ryuji from standing there, his forehead raising as his ears push back from the surprise at the second round comment. His own boner hasn't even completely went back to bed for the evening here, and there he fucking goes, just mentioning that he wants to do that again, and--- god, it's starting back up and he wishes he had an on and off switch for that thing.]
I'd kiss you in your mouth again, yeah, that's a thing we could do. Sign me the fuck right up.
[Wow, elegant as ever.
And as if he realizes he just said quite possibly the dumbest thing this Hangar's ever heard in its entire long history of being here, he rubs his nose with the back of his hand and tries to cough to cover up pretty much all of that?? Six months of dating and he can still own up to being this incredibly messy about everything.
Thank god for goals, though, because Dave's hoisting the box in his hands, and Ryuji, like a puppy, is very keen on following him out there.]
Yeah, alright. What's the plan? Want me to supercharge you up and you give it a good asskicking out into orbit, or you got somethin' else in mind goin' on? Just gotta be careful that we don't like explode the goddamn thing and end up shitting rice into space.
[They have launchers for the glass spheres, dude. Don't make this that complicated.]
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[why are you flustered, bro, you're the one who started this! both the this of right now and the this that was the second he decided to just go ahead and start a snogging session.]
[he breathes in, biting his lip, shifting the box a little.]
Was just gonna launch it like a glass bomb, dude.
[so, yeah, he was thinking about using the launchers.]
And then, uh. I guess — [oh god. Dave, you're already blurting it out, may as well just wind up and take the shot and hope it doesn't come out too terrible.]
I dunno, go somewhere not. Public.
[perfect. completely nailed that sentence.]
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Typical of Ryuji, really.
And hey, at least this time, the view is a lot better than watching it get swirled down a toilet. God knows how it stayed completely intact as it made its maiden voyage into orbital space. Speaking of swirling, Ryuji's now reeling, realizing what Dave just said and internalizing it. Which, isn't helping his wandering teenage mind.]
You mean there's gonna be an after party? A VIP room for the both of us.
[He doesn't really have to say that. He doesn't??? but he does. As they head over to the launchers, he looks out into the vastly large globe of a planet below them. Familiar, in a way, that space has become a natural part of their relationship.]
For all the shit we've been through, I gotta say... uh. I mean. There are a billion billion other people out there. Different universes, different planets circlin' different suns all movin' around willy nilly in galaxies that we'll never see. But I couldn't think that I've been anything but extremely lucky for that one in a billion billion chance that brought us together, y'know? That I have you as my moon.
[Oh, he realizes that was fucking corny, and scratches the back of his head, smiling.]
Ahh... I guess I'm just always gonna be this sappy, huh? Still gonna love me when I'm like, practically ready for the old person home at age 40 and still sayin' shit like this?
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[light and affectionate, an awful lot like the little smile Dave's sporting right now. he tips the box like one might try to pour a giant bowl of cereal, letting his burrito creation sort of just. coagulate into the launcher's loading mechanism. it's disgusting. it's probably going to leave a skidmark on its way out into orbit, and they're probably going to get in trouble for it.]
[it's almost just like the first burrito they flushed. this one is much more flavorful, sure, but it's reached that familiar void in appealing texture of the burritos from another dimension, since it's been sitting in the box for a little while now. he loves it.]
[he loves the memory, not the burrito.]
I'll let you have the honors — and I'll let you pick out the VIP room — but there's one more thing I wanna do first.
[please hold while he just straight up drops the now empty box, cementing his status as a hangar litterer, and pats at his person, searching for something.]
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