[sharing a pair of headphones to listen to whatever's playing isn't at all foreign an activity to him, so he doesn't really think too much at first on how they're just standing close together silently, shoulders lightly bumping.]
[and there's an undercurrent of energy there, just under the surface, even when he lets that larger smile of his relax into something more low-key, as he does. it's a lot of excitement, admittedly, over a song with a much more sedate sort of tempo. maybe it's the way that an activity that feels so familiar to him is crashing into newer feelings he can't really place, much less figure out what to do with. it's like a sudden storm of tension has lodged itself in his chest.]
[it's not really a bad thing. Dave would stand here and listen to every single song on this playlist in their entirety, if Ryuji would let him. he wants to know more about his taste in music. he wants to hear everything that's he's never heard before. he wants to know more about Tokyo, and what it was like living there — and, maybe even more importantly than the music, he wants to know more about Ryuji's life in general.]
[there's about a thousand other things he'd like to know, too, and they're thoughts he's having at a rapid-fire pace, but his silent lineup of questions is cut short when the song draws to a close, and it suddenly occurs to Dave that yeah, they ... sure are standing awfully close together.]
[he should step away. he doesn't. he lifts his chin slightly, glancing at Ryuji out of the side of his shades, choosing not to hide his gaze behind them for once, as if to ask if he's going to pick another song, or say something, or.]
cw: dokis....
[and there's an undercurrent of energy there, just under the surface, even when he lets that larger smile of his relax into something more low-key, as he does. it's a lot of excitement, admittedly, over a song with a much more sedate sort of tempo. maybe it's the way that an activity that feels so familiar to him is crashing into newer feelings he can't really place, much less figure out what to do with. it's like a sudden storm of tension has lodged itself in his chest.]
[it's not really a bad thing. Dave would stand here and listen to every single song on this playlist in their entirety, if Ryuji would let him. he wants to know more about his taste in music. he wants to hear everything that's he's never heard before. he wants to know more about Tokyo, and what it was like living there — and, maybe even more importantly than the music, he wants to know more about Ryuji's life in general.]
[there's about a thousand other things he'd like to know, too, and they're thoughts he's having at a rapid-fire pace, but his silent lineup of questions is cut short when the song draws to a close, and it suddenly occurs to Dave that yeah, they ... sure are standing awfully close together.]
[he should step away. he doesn't. he lifts his chin slightly, glancing at Ryuji out of the side of his shades, choosing not to hide his gaze behind them for once, as if to ask if he's going to pick another song, or say something, or.]