[Who knows? A .0000001% chance is still better than a zero sum game, but dreams are pretty fickle. How fucking depressing it would be to realize that if they left this station, the only chance they'd be able to do this sort of thing would have to be in the simulated environment of a dreamscape? And even then, of course hypothetically speaking, what would make Ryuji believe that it was actually happening and that it wasn't some sort of wish fulfillment going on. You can't project consciousness into a dream, it would just be a reflection of what he thought would happen- or so he'd believe.
Better to just deal with easier what-ifs, then. Without space time paradoxes, or the unlikelihood of whether or not it would be feasible; forget about logistics. Just things he'd like to show Dave, places he'd take him. Some giant ceramic cow in front of a cheese shop. Yoyogi Park. Shinjuku. Hell, Roppongi, if he wanted to jeer at the hoity toity ins and outs of the spendthrifts of the ridiculously luxurious.
Or just his favorite ramen shop, a little hole in the wall that he discovered and brought his whole track team to, filling out every seat of the bar as they slurped down hot noodles until their throats burned in a competitive streak of who could be fastest on the circuit and in the dining room. The comment gets a rise out of him as he looks over at Dave. Changes the song to something worse, more embarrassing; an anime theme song, because why the hell not? He gets to get the 360 experience of Ryuji Sakamoto after all.]
The good stuff. You know, where there's this little old lady at the back of the shop who hasn't washed her sauce pot in decades and that's where they make the bone broth! [Somehow that's sanitary... somehow- like the heat is always kept at such a high point that it never allows bacteria to seep in.] It'd be fun. Or... you know, there's this train ride you take and you try out all the curries of the local areas you stop. I ain't really ever been out in the country much, so it'd be new for the both of us!
[Oh, right, language. He laughs- it'd be funny to try and watch him interact with people. Almost as bad as his own interaction back in the states on his trip to Hawaii.]
Eh, I'd teach you some stuff. And the stuff you don't know? Don't worry, your boy's gotchu.
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Better to just deal with easier what-ifs, then. Without space time paradoxes, or the unlikelihood of whether or not it would be feasible; forget about logistics. Just things he'd like to show Dave, places he'd take him. Some giant ceramic cow in front of a cheese shop. Yoyogi Park. Shinjuku. Hell, Roppongi, if he wanted to jeer at the hoity toity ins and outs of the spendthrifts of the ridiculously luxurious.
Or just his favorite ramen shop, a little hole in the wall that he discovered and brought his whole track team to, filling out every seat of the bar as they slurped down hot noodles until their throats burned in a competitive streak of who could be fastest on the circuit and in the dining room. The comment gets a rise out of him as he looks over at Dave. Changes the song to something worse, more embarrassing; an anime theme song, because why the hell not? He gets to get the 360 experience of Ryuji Sakamoto after all.]
The good stuff. You know, where there's this little old lady at the back of the shop who hasn't washed her sauce pot in decades and that's where they make the bone broth! [Somehow that's sanitary... somehow- like the heat is always kept at such a high point that it never allows bacteria to seep in.] It'd be fun. Or... you know, there's this train ride you take and you try out all the curries of the local areas you stop. I ain't really ever been out in the country much, so it'd be new for the both of us!
[Oh, right, language. He laughs- it'd be funny to try and watch him interact with people. Almost as bad as his own interaction back in the states on his trip to Hawaii.]
Eh, I'd teach you some stuff. And the stuff you don't know? Don't worry, your boy's gotchu.