[It wouldn't be so bad, either way. A salute to Salute Your Shorts; hell, Ryuji even has the nerf guns to go along with it, and there was always a game of capture the flag that could've erupted in the midst of these super serious adults who were busy drinking and/or lamenting their existence in general. Sad, then, to use that as a metaphor for any of this exchange, since camp in general is supposed to ephemeral. You go for a few weeks, have some fun, tell stories, do some arts and crafts, and then head back to school in a few weeks. That line of thinking doesn't come to Ryuji, though- he lives too much in the present to think about what's going to happen in a nebulous future of events that haven't come to pass yet. He doesn't even know what he's going to eat for breakfast tomorrow, let alone trying to figure out or triangulate the exact moment of their departure from this station.
Unless, of course, this really is a permanent kind of thing. It's a dangerous thought- being here for the rest of his life. Two months in, everything becomes a little bit too much of a routine. Eventually, he'll have known his new friends here as long as he's known his friends from home, and that... wow, that's a pretty weird thing to come across.
But presently, Ryuji is trying not to think too much about how close Dave is like this. It would be way, way too goddamn easy to just do the Movie Date Thing where he reaches around and lays an arm around his shoulder- which, honestly, is something Ryuji would do anyway, any time, any place. But the added context here makes their positions all the more apparent and meaningful in ways that he doesn't really comprehend how to handle. So he doesn't. He gives up trying to stop being flustered. It's not worth it to ruin how simple and easy this really should be.
Hey, earth (??? this isn't earth), to Dave. What are you thinking about up there? Ryuji turns his face to see the other, smiling contentedly. And as his thoughts accelerate at a speed of r/s2 (references per second squared), Ryuji waves the watch a little bit to ensure that he's still looking.
Oh. There he is.]
I mean. Y'know. Catchy pop tunes! Themes to anime. [He scrolls by the theme song to Ponyo and raises an eyebrow.] Like this one. [He laughs, catching himself. Oh man, does he need to see his love for mecha anime theme songs too? That's pretty damning.]
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Unless, of course, this really is a permanent kind of thing. It's a dangerous thought- being here for the rest of his life. Two months in, everything becomes a little bit too much of a routine. Eventually, he'll have known his new friends here as long as he's known his friends from home, and that... wow, that's a pretty weird thing to come across.
But presently, Ryuji is trying not to think too much about how close Dave is like this. It would be way, way too goddamn easy to just do the Movie Date Thing where he reaches around and lays an arm around his shoulder- which, honestly, is something Ryuji would do anyway, any time, any place. But the added context here makes their positions all the more apparent and meaningful in ways that he doesn't really comprehend how to handle. So he doesn't. He gives up trying to stop being flustered. It's not worth it to ruin how simple and easy this really should be.
Hey, earth (??? this isn't earth), to Dave. What are you thinking about up there? Ryuji turns his face to see the other, smiling contentedly. And as his thoughts accelerate at a speed of r/s2 (references per second squared), Ryuji waves the watch a little bit to ensure that he's still looking.
Oh. There he is.]
I mean. Y'know. Catchy pop tunes! Themes to anime. [He scrolls by the theme song to Ponyo and raises an eyebrow.] Like this one. [He laughs, catching himself. Oh man, does he need to see his love for mecha anime theme songs too? That's pretty damning.]