You seriously don't know what Farmville is? It's like. A vine, but instead of recording memes for the internet you're growing actual vines. On a computer.
On Facebook.
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I don't care if you're a douchebag though, I wanna hear what you come up with. Actually — now that you've got me thinking about it, I should write a rap.
[The look that he gives Dave is obviously one of "what's a Facebook?"
He opens his mouth to correct him when he figures out what he was incorrectly calling it. But that would kind of ruin the mood, wouldn't it? He can almost sense Dave's rage at the thought of hearing "Headstory," so he keeps it in. That's rough for a Sakamoto. Blurting out the first thing that comes to his mind is practically an olympic knitting sport in this lineage.]
Like what? Right now? You're gonna lay down the sick beats and I'll give you the chorus?
[This is a recipe for fuckin' DISASTER.
Not to mention Dave is up in here with his MUSIC(lightning bolt emoji)BAND tshirt, trying to infiltrate the cool kid lingo of the zeitgeist.]
Can you even handle these acoustics? Man, I don't think you're ready.
[but Dave, coolkid as he never was, is unperturbed by what sounds like a little bit of smack talk.]
See, you say shit like that and I've got no choice but to read it as a challenge. A dead simple one, honestly, I've got all kinda words to describe you.
[Yeah, it's kind of a towel throw down challenge, only enunciated by the way he slams the empty bowl of ramen down on the fine oak counter. This kid must really fucking love this food. And he does. Lyrabar must be protected so that they can spend their downtime coming here and chowing down on all the noods.
And he's heard Dave rap before. It's kind of hard to miss when your boyfriend is living on the Hope filled fever dreams of Obama dropping the sickest beat of Chicago inspired rap this side of the world has ever heard. Yeah, he's seen some of the good stuff first hand. And yet- as much of a challenge as it is, as the bowl is pushed aside, the pure admiration in his eyes is a sort of palpable, excitably puppy state.
Dave Strider never ceases to amaze him.]
Hey. If you're the Lennon of rap, does that make me the Yoko Ono of rock & roll?
[He's so dumb.]
But yeah, I'd like to hear some of that. All of that, actually. That thing right there.
[Dave seems to think on both of those thoughts for a few seconds, before he blurts out something that's .... well, it's kind of dumb. but it's sincere all the same, with a tiny bit of fluster dropped on in as a garnish.]
Kinda. 'Cept you're better looking than Yoko Ono.
[they're getting really good at this sort of thing, having had nearly a year to perfect the way they talk about each other, but apparently Dave is still a bit weak to how he instinctively chooses to describe Ryuji. ears mildly steaming, he opts to stuff his mouth with some ramen and let that sentence he just said hang there for a little while.]
You gotta give me some time to put something together, though. I'm not saying I can't get into a sick flow on a whim if the situation demands — I'm just sayin' if I'm gonna let you hear all that, it needs more than a few seconds' worth of thought.
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I don't care if you're a douchebag though, I wanna hear what you come up with. Actually — now that you've got me thinking about it, I should write a rap.
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He opens his mouth to correct him when he figures out what he was incorrectly calling it. But that would kind of ruin the mood, wouldn't it? He can almost sense Dave's rage at the thought of hearing "Headstory," so he keeps it in. That's rough for a Sakamoto. Blurting out the first thing that comes to his mind is practically an olympic knitting sport in this lineage.]
Like what? Right now? You're gonna lay down the sick beats and I'll give you the chorus?
[This is a recipe for fuckin' DISASTER.
Not to mention Dave is up in here with his MUSIC(lightning bolt emoji)BAND tshirt, trying to infiltrate the cool kid lingo of the zeitgeist.]
Can you even handle these acoustics? Man, I don't think you're ready.
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[HEADSTORY!!!!!!]
[that was probably the right move, Ryuji.]
[but Dave, coolkid as he never was, is unperturbed by what sounds like a little bit of smack talk.]
See, you say shit like that and I've got no choice but to read it as a challenge. A dead simple one, honestly, I've got all kinda words to describe you.
Some of 'em even rhyme.
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And he's heard Dave rap before. It's kind of hard to miss when your boyfriend is living on the Hope filled fever dreams of Obama dropping the sickest beat of Chicago inspired rap this side of the world has ever heard. Yeah, he's seen some of the good stuff first hand. And yet- as much of a challenge as it is, as the bowl is pushed aside, the pure admiration in his eyes is a sort of palpable, excitably puppy state.
Dave Strider never ceases to amaze him.]
Hey. If you're the Lennon of rap, does that make me the Yoko Ono of rock & roll?
[He's so dumb.]
But yeah, I'd like to hear some of that. All of that, actually. That thing right there.
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Kinda. 'Cept you're better looking than Yoko Ono.
[they're getting really good at this sort of thing, having had nearly a year to perfect the way they talk about each other, but apparently Dave is still a bit weak to how he instinctively chooses to describe Ryuji. ears mildly steaming, he opts to stuff his mouth with some ramen and let that sentence he just said hang there for a little while.]
You gotta give me some time to put something together, though. I'm not saying I can't get into a sick flow on a whim if the situation demands — I'm just sayin' if I'm gonna let you hear all that, it needs more than a few seconds' worth of thought.