[Or do something brave, reckless. Sweep him off his feet. Say the magic words that have pretty much lived on the tip of his tongue, only to climb back down to a death in his throat when he thinks it might be the right time to say it. I like you- it's easy. It's three little words, right? Why is it, then, in the history of all words that had ever existed, was that specific ordering, the algorithm behind them, just so incredibly difficult to get through? Ryuji can banter on for days about literally anything in the world- how boring solitaire is, what it was like to steal a heart, having oboners over Obama, how fucking gross the cafeteria food was- and when he's left in the wake of something like this, it just comes short of making the mark.
Feelings are pretty hard. Talking about feelings are harder.
And he sees Dave looking up at him expecting some sort of response, because he's quite literally living through the concept of facing the music, Ryuji feels like his heart has sped up, rattling in the cage of his chest. Awkward now, that there's a quiet moment, and the capacity to do something he wants to do, and they're so close like this. He's not stepping away, though, and is that... shit, is that supposed to mean something?
He looks over slowly, and- oh. Dude. That just... that's not fair, either.]
You have eyes. Uh. Nice.
[Wait a second, that didn't make a single ounce of fucking sense at all, and as he feels his cheeks burn in the light of his own stupidity, he wonders if correcting himself would make it sound worse? Probably. Why. Okay, take a moment, unscramble. It was meant to be a compliment, not a statement of biological fact.]
I mean... I-- uh. You have nice eyes.
[That's b...etter.... kind of. Except for the fact that now that he's said it, he cant look at them at all. He hopes it's not too weird of a thing to say? It probably is. It definitely is. He was better off at You have eyes, and instead, he just focuses on picking another song instead. And if Dave doesn't nope the hell right out of this already, the Rolling Stones' Time is On My Side starts playing. He picked it because it had "time" in the title before it starts going and man, is he filled with mistakes tonight.]
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Feelings are pretty hard. Talking about feelings are harder.
And he sees Dave looking up at him expecting some sort of response, because he's quite literally living through the concept of facing the music, Ryuji feels like his heart has sped up, rattling in the cage of his chest. Awkward now, that there's a quiet moment, and the capacity to do something he wants to do, and they're so close like this. He's not stepping away, though, and is that... shit, is that supposed to mean something?
He looks over slowly, and- oh. Dude. That just... that's not fair, either.]
You have eyes. Uh. Nice.
[Wait a second, that didn't make a single ounce of fucking sense at all, and as he feels his cheeks burn in the light of his own stupidity, he wonders if correcting himself would make it sound worse? Probably. Why. Okay, take a moment, unscramble. It was meant to be a compliment, not a statement of biological fact.]
I mean... I-- uh. You have nice eyes.
[That's b...etter.... kind of. Except for the fact that now that he's said it, he cant look at them at all. He hopes it's not too weird of a thing to say? It probably is. It definitely is. He was better off at You have eyes, and instead, he just focuses on picking another song instead. And if Dave doesn't nope the hell right out of this already, the Rolling Stones' Time is On My Side starts playing. He picked it because it had "time" in the title before it starts going and man, is he filled with mistakes tonight.]