[One day, this pool was going to be the ultimate hangout spot. It just needed some... tender love and care to get it up to standards before it could be used to soothe the weary space traveler's soul (and, thanks, teen hormones, to show off the goods in a space bathing suit). He's tried to scoop the film off the top whenever he comes, little by little, but it seems like whatever progress was made came back with vengeance.
And for whatever reason, on this particular solar cycle, Dave and Ryuji are near the fitness center- the blond (of the punk variety) talking about how nice this place would look if it were fixed up a little bit. He'll pull some facts out of his ass about muscle mass that it'll make it look like he knew what he was talking about all along and not having heard it or asked about it from someone more seasoned to deal with space travel.
Ryuji's laughing at something, scratching the back of his head in his usually somewhat awkward way, when the glint of something catches his eye, floating in the water. Whatever he's saying, or whatever he's doing to try and impress Dave with his excessive amount of pure, unadulterated Ryuji-isms, comes to a complete halt.
That's... that's his mask?
Holy shit, that's his mask!]
No... freakin' way.
[He approaches the edge of the pool. He's jumped in before with Akira (at least, he'll say he jumped in and not pulled in, so there's no reason to think that he shouldn't, and it's almost like now that his attention is pulled in that direction, he's not letting go of it for a second.]
You see that right?
[Zip, the top quarter of his jumpsuit starts to come undone. He didn't really manage to get the discoloration from the last time that he went in there off, so he's a little more cautious.]
R&D investment
And for whatever reason, on this particular solar cycle, Dave and Ryuji are near the fitness center- the blond (of the punk variety) talking about how nice this place would look if it were fixed up a little bit. He'll pull some facts out of his ass about muscle mass that it'll make it look like he knew what he was talking about all along and not having heard it or asked about it from someone more seasoned to deal with space travel.
Ryuji's laughing at something, scratching the back of his head in his usually somewhat awkward way, when the glint of something catches his eye, floating in the water. Whatever he's saying, or whatever he's doing to try and impress Dave with his excessive amount of pure, unadulterated Ryuji-isms, comes to a complete halt.
That's... that's his mask?
Holy shit, that's his mask!]
No... freakin' way.
[He approaches the edge of the pool. He's jumped in before with Akira (at least, he'll say he jumped in and not pulled in, so there's no reason to think that he shouldn't, and it's almost like now that his attention is pulled in that direction, he's not letting go of it for a second.]
You see that right?
[Zip, the top quarter of his jumpsuit starts to come undone. He didn't really manage to get the discoloration from the last time that he went in there off, so he's a little more cautious.]
That's mine, from home. I'm goin' in.
[God
No
Why]