[there's ... really a lot he'd like to say here, to add on to those thoughts about feelings and how Ryuji's helped him be more open about them, or at least try to be more open about them — and it'd be easy to continue this two-person ascent of Mount Mushy, hiking their way to the top so they could yeet a burrito right off the highest peak.]
[there's a lot he'd like to say about how he feels the same, that he's probably grown as a person more in these past six months than he has the first seventeen years of his life, and how Ryuji makes it easier for him to be okay with himself — all his faults, completely accurate or just in his head, and all the unfortunate baggage and messed up past he's been carrying with him. trying to live with.]
[yeah, there's a lot he'd like to say ... but then Ryuji goes and says something else, reaches over and touches his arm, in a way that kicks every rational thought to the curb and lights up every hormonal sensor and neuron in his being.]
Is that like, a legit offer? 'Cause, yeah. Definitely.
[Ryuji should probably hit the launch button before they get too far off track.]
[It's probably not prim and proper to start peeling off his shirt in the middle of a glass sphere launchpad, but that doesn't stop Ryuji from actually thinking that it's the right idea. He's got mush for brains, mushy on the brains, and what if he just... tugged at his clothes a bit.
Is that okay? Is this okay. Is he really going to do this? He doesn't have charm, can't pull off sexy in the way that actually makes him look anything but goofy and endearing even when he tries, but you know what? Fuck it. Sure.
Ceasing from letting his fingers splay downward where they'd eventually have found purchase in Dave's hand, he wraps four fingers at the bottom of his own shirt and pulls upward, revealing his abdomen slightly, along with the little ridges of muscle that are slowly growing into place. And like an idiot that's trying to impress a 10 out of 10 beach goer, he gives a casual upward nod. It has all the cheapness of Nautica Voyage laced with the overbearing scent of Axe deodorant, but Ryuji's all about living that life where he wants to show off when he can. And it's especially stupid? Dave's seen him shirtless before. This isn't even a tease.]
I'm all yours, babe.
[What's next? Sidling up to Dave a la Marilyn Monroe and with a sultry voice singing "Happy Birthday, Mr. Paladin"?
Anyway, if this does nothing for Dave, it's probably for the best, because Ryuji quickly realizes the layers of extra he's just stockpiling onto this entire exchange, and laughs softly, tilting his head, but still stuck in the throes of how much... he absolutely, unabashedly does love this guy who's in front of him. Stripped down out of every other costume they're being forced to wear, he still will always end up being himself around him.
And now that that's over, he's going to launch that fucking burrito sky high. It's long overdue at this point, really. Let's get this baby out there in space so when Faerun finally hits their equivalent of the 1959 moon landing, then they'll get to see the remnants of what two teenagers did to keep a piece of themselves and what they stood for suspended eternally in orbit. And they're going to be so confused.]
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[there's a lot he'd like to say about how he feels the same, that he's probably grown as a person more in these past six months than he has the first seventeen years of his life, and how Ryuji makes it easier for him to be okay with himself — all his faults, completely accurate or just in his head, and all the unfortunate baggage and messed up past he's been carrying with him. trying to live with.]
[yeah, there's a lot he'd like to say ... but then Ryuji goes and says something else, reaches over and touches his arm, in a way that kicks every rational thought to the curb and lights up every hormonal sensor and neuron in his being.]
Is that like, a legit offer? 'Cause, yeah. Definitely.
[Ryuji should probably hit the launch button before they get too far off track.]
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Is that okay? Is this okay. Is he really going to do this? He doesn't have charm, can't pull off sexy in the way that actually makes him look anything but goofy and endearing even when he tries, but you know what? Fuck it. Sure.
Ceasing from letting his fingers splay downward where they'd eventually have found purchase in Dave's hand, he wraps four fingers at the bottom of his own shirt and pulls upward, revealing his abdomen slightly, along with the little ridges of muscle that are slowly growing into place. And like an idiot that's trying to impress a 10 out of 10 beach goer, he gives a casual upward nod. It has all the cheapness of Nautica Voyage laced with the overbearing scent of Axe deodorant, but Ryuji's all about living that life where he wants to show off when he can. And it's especially stupid? Dave's seen him shirtless before. This isn't even a tease.]
I'm all yours, babe.
[What's next? Sidling up to Dave a la Marilyn Monroe and with a sultry voice singing "Happy Birthday, Mr. Paladin"?
Anyway, if this does nothing for Dave, it's probably for the best, because Ryuji quickly realizes the layers of extra he's just stockpiling onto this entire exchange, and laughs softly, tilting his head, but still stuck in the throes of how much... he absolutely, unabashedly does love this guy who's in front of him. Stripped down out of every other costume they're being forced to wear, he still will always end up being himself around him.
And now that that's over, he's going to launch that fucking burrito sky high. It's long overdue at this point, really. Let's get this baby out there in space so when Faerun finally hits their equivalent of the 1959 moon landing, then they'll get to see the remnants of what two teenagers did to keep a piece of themselves and what they stood for suspended eternally in orbit. And they're going to be so confused.]