[Even though Dave foretells of revenge plots, he can't help but feel at least a little placated by the way he stops trying to pat down his hair. He gets the victory, he'll take it. Put the medal right on his dresser stand and take a look at it every now and then, thinking what sweet effin' loot it is. And besides? It could be worse for him; Ryuji could wait until the precise moment that it's back in its neatly ornithological pristine state before just... holding a hand right above his head and watching it climb back up, only to dismantle the effort it took to get it right again.
Is he that mean? Hm, hard to really tell.]
Yooo... potty mouth.
[Ryuji doesn't mean anything behind it, since he wouldn't mind zoning the fuck out for a while either, and considering this was the kid that was introduced as "vulgar boy," his argument doesn't stand much weight in this court of law. Between Hajime and Dave dropping f-bombs left and right though, Ryuji's found himself doing it way more often than he usually does. He's starting to realize that just because he heard that word a lot when he was a kid doesn't mean it has to hold the same weight now, over a decade later. Is that improvement? Probably not- coming to terms with adding a new curse word doesn't really seem that therapeutic to begin with, but Ryuji's a weird kid.
He eventually uprights himself and offers a hand to Dave to help him up, regardless of whether or not he actually needs it.]
People are gonna think I'm dating some punk ass delinquent if you keep that shit up.
[Here comes that embarrassingly obnoxious smile of his, but he offers a respite for a moment and lets Dave know that he's on board with it too:]
Seriously though... I'm pooped and my leg is startin' to cramp up like crazy. I wouldn't mind zonin' out either. [And then, eventually, he knows Dave will have a lot of stuff to sort out on his own. He probably can't help much there, but, c'mon. He just saw a bunch of dead versions of his boyfriend, he could absolutely use some time with Dave to just be with him and block out the actually kind of messed up trauma they both stumbled onto.]
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Is he that mean? Hm, hard to really tell.]
Yooo... potty mouth.
[Ryuji doesn't mean anything behind it, since he wouldn't mind zoning the fuck out for a while either, and considering this was the kid that was introduced as "vulgar boy," his argument doesn't stand much weight in this court of law. Between Hajime and Dave dropping f-bombs left and right though, Ryuji's found himself doing it way more often than he usually does. He's starting to realize that just because he heard that word a lot when he was a kid doesn't mean it has to hold the same weight now, over a decade later. Is that improvement? Probably not- coming to terms with adding a new curse word doesn't really seem that therapeutic to begin with, but Ryuji's a weird kid.
He eventually uprights himself and offers a hand to Dave to help him up, regardless of whether or not he actually needs it.]
People are gonna think I'm dating some punk ass delinquent if you keep that shit up.
[Here comes that embarrassingly obnoxious smile of his, but he offers a respite for a moment and lets Dave know that he's on board with it too:]
Seriously though... I'm pooped and my leg is startin' to cramp up like crazy. I wouldn't mind zonin' out either. [And then, eventually, he knows Dave will have a lot of stuff to sort out on his own. He probably can't help much there, but, c'mon. He just saw a bunch of dead versions of his boyfriend, he could absolutely use some time with Dave to just be with him and block out the actually kind of messed up trauma they both stumbled onto.]