[it's a big deal to him, at least — but, he receives that message behind the shoulder bump, and just barely refrains from returning with an equally sarcastically reinforced elbow to the ribs. yeah, yeah, he gets it!]

[hypotheticals aren't a bad thing to throw out there, though, not when reality isn't much of a picnic. at least, the scenario laid out on the floor between them is pretty nice. it's lots better than the one running through Dave's head for a minute or two.]

[how would this even work? how could he even explain the effort it'd take to meet outside the confines of this space station? "here, Ryuji, just go down for a nap, and if the stars and stupidfuck whimsies of space-time align, if the horrorterrors even allow for someone not playing Sburb to have a dream bubble, you'll pop up in the exact corner of Paradox Space where I am. and then, I'll have to wait for you to realize that you're just dreaming. and then, I dunno, guess we'll go apeshit until you wake up."]

[would he even buy that? moreover, would Ryuji even be willing to go through that effort for him?]

[best not to think about it right now.]

Yeah, I wouldn't mind seeing it. I'm interested in trying ramen that isn't just the packets you pull out of the toilet.

Don't know a word of Japanese though.