[this is most definitely not a date. nope. they're just hanging out listening to music, in the close proximity that's required when sharing a pair of headphones.]
[at some point in the future, should this path they're wandering down end up somewhere far more flushed, Dave's own words are probably going to come back to haunt him, as they always do. they could be wandering around the station in goddamn matching Four Aces Suited tuxedos, up to the same shenanigans they always are, sprinkled with held hands and sitting around completely comfortably in each other's personal spaces, "and you would still be all coy like IS IT A DATE OR ISNT IT HMMMM WHO CAN REALLY SAY FOR SURE???"]
[disasters, indeed. that's all unless, of course, three words manage to finally escape first. tear the curtain down and leave no questions between them unanswered.]
[the lyrics themselves don't really hit him as hard as the music itself does at first, and maybe that's a bit of luck in Ryuji's favor. that might be because he's having the exact frantic thought process, now that the onus is on him to find a spot to sit, and perhaps even more luckily, he manages to land on somewhere that's not completely humiliating:]
Floor's fine. [he says, his gaze on the wall near the beds. it's not a soft pile of things like one might find on the meteor, which might have embarrassing connotations of its own, he might think in retrospect, but it's familiar to him all the same. so he steps over, settling himself down, drawing his knees to his chest.]
[and that's when the lines start bleeding through, the "take me anywhere, I don't care, I don't care, I don't care," is another jolt straight to his heart, and he very nearly blurts out a question, if Ryuji can see right fucking through him or something. but he barely manages not to. and he just waits for Ryuji to join him.]
[was there something almost a bit nervous in his expression just then? nah, it was probably just the lighting.]
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[at some point in the future, should this path they're wandering down end up somewhere far more flushed, Dave's own words are probably going to come back to haunt him, as they always do. they could be wandering around the station in goddamn matching Four Aces Suited tuxedos, up to the same shenanigans they always are, sprinkled with held hands and sitting around completely comfortably in each other's personal spaces, "and you would still be all coy like IS IT A DATE OR ISNT IT HMMMM WHO CAN REALLY SAY FOR SURE???"]
[disasters, indeed. that's all unless, of course, three words manage to finally escape first. tear the curtain down and leave no questions between them unanswered.]
[the lyrics themselves don't really hit him as hard as the music itself does at first, and maybe that's a bit of luck in Ryuji's favor. that might be because he's having the exact frantic thought process, now that the onus is on him to find a spot to sit, and perhaps even more luckily, he manages to land on somewhere that's not completely humiliating:]
Floor's fine. [he says, his gaze on the wall near the beds. it's not a soft pile of things like one might find on the meteor, which might have embarrassing connotations of its own, he might think in retrospect, but it's familiar to him all the same. so he steps over, settling himself down, drawing his knees to his chest.]
[and that's when the lines start bleeding through, the "take me anywhere, I don't care, I don't care, I don't care," is another jolt straight to his heart, and he very nearly blurts out a question, if Ryuji can see right fucking through him or something. but he barely manages not to. and he just waits for Ryuji to join him.]
[was there something almost a bit nervous in his expression just then? nah, it was probably just the lighting.]