He couldn't complain about being egged on at this point, because he's pretty sure if any of that landed on his face there'd be an omelet, so give him a moment to compose himself. You know, there was definitely a time where showing this side of himself would've been met with frustration and yelling abrasively, but whatever. He's happy with who he is now.
That doesn't mean that Dave isn't an asshole, Ryuji's just opting to take the high road, here.
Or something like that, sure.]
I... uhhh. [Open mouth and all.
No, wait, he was prepared to move on, but shit.]
Can't rap that well but y'know if you ever need'ta have a backup beatboxer I'm here. What happened? You found your time lady?
[how badly would he derail this train of thought if he scooted over and leaned against Ryuji, exactly? there's a pause, as he ponders that, then consciously shovels more coal in the engine, while unconsciously entertaining that first idea. with the smallest, most subtle of scoots.]
Mm. [the cockiness, at least that particular flavor, fades. it's back to that odd sort of calm, the sort where he can't quite place how he's supposed to be feeling.]
Thinkin' back on it, I'm not sure if found's the right word. More like ... I dunno. Maybe I blurted out something relateable in the mess of complaints I was busy itemizing in front of her shrine.
She threw a ball of cosmic yarn in my face. [.......] But she told me some other shit, too.
[Oh wait... he didn't actually think that Dave had really talked to a goddess, which kind of calls back to the entirety of their bird-human relation they had going on by the gravesite that was passing itself off as some sort of shrine.
Even as Dave starts to stoke the fires a little bit more, the fact that this seems... really goddamn important overrides the usual teenage hormones that are constantly affronting his better sense of judgment. So he'll casually drape an arm where he can and invite him right on in in their usual gait of intimacy.]
You totally muttered your way into meeting god, huh.
[He's not that surprised!]
Wait, like literal ball of yarn or like.
[He has to stretch his memory a bit, and suddenly it makes sense.]
[and just like that, Ryuji's given him an opening, and Dave has near instantly jumped on it, scooting into the one spot where he feels genuinely safe amid all the time bubble, Groundhog Day, Majora's Mask, and who knows what else, bullshit.]
[you give a stealth affectionate guy an inch, he's guaranteed to take a marathon. comfortably, he tucks himself into a familiar spot. it's hard to imagine that nearly a year and a half ago on another universe, this exact same gesture was enough to send Dave into confused and flustered rambling at himself, once he was alone, until he eventually just acknowledged his feelings for Ryuji.]
[and his feelings for this spot.]
Yeah. I didn't even think about it that way 'til you just said it, but I do kinda have a history with taking craft projects to the face, huh?
[he's kind of curious now. is he just. going to pass out every time someone yeets a yarn in his direction? Dave reaches into his BIAS kit and pulls out a bright red sample of the stuff, and sets that hypothesis right there on the table. like he's almost wondering if they should try it. just pull out the science fair board and get that experiment going.]
But it was pretty much a ball of yarn — she was using it to knit together our fates. All of Faerun's. [a bit anxious now, he prods at the yarn, slowly unrolling it.]
She said a bunch of time philosophy we've hashed out before. Y'know, we're on this track because it's where we were always meant to be, we exist and are able to make something of ourselves, which is a gift in itself, Jesus cheats at poker — [that's not what Istus said, Dave.]
Something else she said's been bugging me, though. She said ... yeah, Dave, you've got stuff and people you can't stand to lose, but isn't that what makes them special? Like, how would you know they mean anything to you if losing them wasn't part of the design?
I mean, I get it. The way she put all this stuff was the most sense anybody's made out of what I can only boil down as "dumb fucking time god bullshit," and I think I'm ultimately better off for hearing it.
That's just. The one thing I don't know if I'll ever fully accept, you know?
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He couldn't complain about being egged on at this point, because he's pretty sure if any of that landed on his face there'd be an omelet, so give him a moment to compose himself. You know, there was definitely a time where showing this side of himself would've been met with frustration and yelling abrasively, but whatever. He's happy with who he is now.
That doesn't mean that Dave isn't an asshole, Ryuji's just opting to take the high road, here.
Or something like that, sure.]
I... uhhh. [Open mouth and all.
No, wait, he was prepared to move on, but shit.]
Can't rap that well but y'know if you ever need'ta have a backup beatboxer I'm here. What happened? You found your time lady?
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Mm. [the cockiness, at least that particular flavor, fades. it's back to that odd sort of calm, the sort where he can't quite place how he's supposed to be feeling.]
Thinkin' back on it, I'm not sure if found's the right word. More like ... I dunno. Maybe I blurted out something relateable in the mess of complaints I was busy itemizing in front of her shrine.
She threw a ball of cosmic yarn in my face. [.......] But she told me some other shit, too.
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Even as Dave starts to stoke the fires a little bit more, the fact that this seems... really goddamn important overrides the usual teenage hormones that are constantly affronting his better sense of judgment. So he'll casually drape an arm where he can and invite him right on in in their usual gait of intimacy.]
You totally muttered your way into meeting god, huh.
[He's not that surprised!]
Wait, like literal ball of yarn or like.
[He has to stretch his memory a bit, and suddenly it makes sense.]
That's why you were asleep for an entire loop.
[It becomes crystal clear, suddenly.]
What'd she tell ya?
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[you give a stealth affectionate guy an inch, he's guaranteed to take a marathon. comfortably, he tucks himself into a familiar spot. it's hard to imagine that nearly a year and a half ago on another universe, this exact same gesture was enough to send Dave into confused and flustered rambling at himself, once he was alone, until he eventually just acknowledged his feelings for Ryuji.]
[and his feelings for this spot.]
Yeah. I didn't even think about it that way 'til you just said it, but I do kinda have a history with taking craft projects to the face, huh?
[he's kind of curious now. is he just. going to pass out every time someone yeets a yarn in his direction? Dave reaches into his BIAS kit and pulls out a bright red sample of the stuff, and sets that hypothesis right there on the table. like he's almost wondering if they should try it. just pull out the science fair board and get that experiment going.]
But it was pretty much a ball of yarn — she was using it to knit together our fates. All of Faerun's. [a bit anxious now, he prods at the yarn, slowly unrolling it.]
She said a bunch of time philosophy we've hashed out before. Y'know, we're on this track because it's where we were always meant to be, we exist and are able to make something of ourselves, which is a gift in itself, Jesus cheats at poker — [that's not what Istus said, Dave.]
Something else she said's been bugging me, though. She said ... yeah, Dave, you've got stuff and people you can't stand to lose, but isn't that what makes them special? Like, how would you know they mean anything to you if losing them wasn't part of the design?
I mean, I get it. The way she put all this stuff was the most sense anybody's made out of what I can only boil down as "dumb fucking time god bullshit," and I think I'm ultimately better off for hearing it.
That's just. The one thing I don't know if I'll ever fully accept, you know?