It'd only been under the crushing weight of a truly innumerable amount of drinks that he'd collapsed into unconsciousness, and the rest of today has been a slow drag through a simultaneous hangover and haze of pursuing ramifications. Long story short, he hadn't gotten a lot done besides lying around, poking at the communicator, and dragging himself to go find food a few times. And now the clock has rolled around to what stands for night hours on a timeless space station once again, and he's lying in bed. Looking up at the ceiling, not feeling even the slightest bit tired. His brain is a crawling slide-show of events from the last 48 hours, catching often at his booze-blurred memories of the party, of the trek back to the room, of waking up at some point this morning ("morning") in a fairly-tangled pile with Ryo on his bed.
His breath leaves him in a long, slow sigh. He's not really used to dealing with a snarl of his own emotions that he can't untangle. That'd been simply an aspect of him for as long as he'd been alive: he was largely an open book, both to himself and to others. But this had been one thing he'd always kept hidden, at first because he undermined its perceived importance and prominence and then later out of fear that it would complicate or otherwise derail something that was already vital to him.
But...
...well...
...it'd already happened, right? And things weren't that weird. Despite the stormcloud of a hangover that'd been raging in his head today, reducing him to about one-fourth of the boisterous kinda person he usually was, things between him and Ryo had seemed pretty normal. Ryo was the type of person to put up walls, and Akira was the kind of person who noticed them, and he hadn't noticed any additional barricades go up. So...]
@r.asuka hey are you awake
[Because, from up here, he can't really tell. He's still, but Akira can't really decide either awake or asleep based on the rhythm of the breathing that he can hear.
Even under his previous state of inebriation, he'd laid in bed and listened to the steady rise and fall of Akira's breathing until it had brought unconsciousness in fleeting fits over his own head. It had only been in the morning that he'd gotten any real sleep, Akira's body tangled up with his. He'd complained a little then, when Akira had taken to moving, but he'd never been good at getting out of bed. In the end, he'd kept Akira longer than he'd likely intended, but he hadn't protested it and Ryo had felt relatively relaxed, even despite the incessant, pounding headache that all drinking binges end with.
It'd been a long time, since he'd allowed himself to slip like this. It had been a longer time since he'd been that close to Akira. The last had been a summer evening before Jenny had come to take him, Akira's dark eyes seeking his in the grey light of the dawn. Across the sea of blue sheets, Ryo had welcomed him into his arms as he always had. They'd fallen asleep again like that, until Akira's caretakers then had woken them back up. It was the last time, before now, that they had come close to any proximity like that.
If Akira had spent the day in bed, so too had Ryo with his head buried under the sparse pillows provided by the station and his hands periodically (and blindly) moving through the code he'd been working with. The communicator was as familiar to him now as own computer, his own tablets — and so it is of no surprise that he's already able to utilize it without much fuss or focus, should that be something he demanded. Unlike Akira, however, he'd bothered not at all to even get food with which to hopefully settle his stomach with, knowing himself to only accept water in times like this. He'd tried to coax Akira to drink some of it last night to prevent brunt of their collective misery, but he himself had failed to truly manage it.
And now, with no residual aches left, he finds himself scrolling through the community in an hour most were typically asleep at. It isn't adequate enough to keep him fully distracted from the course of last night, but it is enough that he is able to lose himself partially to it. There's always information on the network to spare should he have need of it and now is no exception as he makes notes to himself in the metaphorical margins. It's always something he'd done. It was a constant, something consistent — routine against the swell of odd and ignored emotions that sat caged behind his ribs. He breathes around them, as much as Akira breathes around his.
He knows Akira is still awake. He's known it for a while now. But, it seems Akira couldn't confirm that he was too as the notification comes up on his communicator. He turns head toward the top bunk and taps out a response with no pause to read it. He has a feeling of what it says. ]
@dabil I'm awake.
[ In the dim, the faint light from the communicator catches the blue of his eyes. And, without a second's pause, continues: ]
@dabil Did you want to talk?
[ Like when they were kids, in the small spaces between them in the quiet of Akira's oldest room. If they stayed awake long enough, the moon would travel past his open window and Ryo would tell him of all he knew about the constant cycles and lunar tides, while Akira told him of folkore — tales tall enough to scrape the stars.
There's nothing known like that here, besides them. ]
[He hadn't minded the slow start to getting up the previous morning. The water that Ryo had convinced him to drink before passing out hadn't been enough to perfectly combat the sizable amount of alcohol he'd imbibed, and so he'd awoken to a jackhammer pounding against the inside of his brain, pounding behind his eyes. So when even the slightest movement had elicited a murmur of response from Ryo, nestled up against him, he'd remained still. He'd closed his eyes, tried his best to calm the slow-motion riot of thoughts and emotions crashing around inside of his skull, and he'd stolen what little sleep he could until they'd both finally roused from unconsciousness.
In all honesty, that part of the day had been more worth mentioning than the rest of it. Even though his body had seen it fit to punish him for his foolishness with alcohol the night before whenever he'd bobbed up into consciousness yet again, he'd at least had the slow rhythm of Ryo's breathing to lull him, the steadiness of the warmth of his body where they were half-tangled and half-held by the other, the scent of him which he really could not manage to put to words except by just saying it was his. In comparison to this, finally accepting being awake and extricating themselves from one another had seemed dull in comparison. Water had dulled the aching of his head and his body, food had helped the sour feeling in his gut, but he can't say grappling with the serpentine cycle of his thoughts and the confused slush of emotion in his heart had done him much good at all.
So now he's here, having made basically zero headway in his internal deliberations.
He hears the slightest rustle of bedding, and he peeks out over the edge of the bunk to catch the blue eyes peering up at him from the dark, illuminated by the small square of light emanating from the communicator. Akira's have their own glint, though it's more like a cat's eyes caught in a camera; he ducks back into his bed, for some reason finding the avenue of conversation through the communicator a little easier than giving it all a voice.]
@r.asuka yeah @r.asuka as long as you're not tired or anything though
[Though he knew he wouldn't be. If he was needed, Ryo would be there for him; Akira knew this as intrinsically as he knew anything about himself. That, and Ryo barley ever seemed to sleep regardless; with as much sleep as (he assumes) he got last night, he's probably set for a few more days at the very least.
In all honesty, the hurdle that he'd set up for them was something a little uncharacteristic, simply because they usually assumed such a thing wouldn't be the case. But there was a lot of this that was out of the ordinary, slightly uncharacteristic, truthfully unwieldy in unpracticed hands. He remains still up in his top bunk, eyes on the dim screen of his communicator.]
[ Ryo's always chased the tail of his own emotions. It was not to say he did not understand them or could not understand them — it was that he found it easier to deny all and any that could complicate the whole of his life, could injure him beyond any possible repair. And yet, like most creatures, he'd long conflated the danger that could be with the danger that is. Even if he does not know it, the mechanism is there and the mechanism exists. It keeps with him, as it has always kept with him, since he'd been known as "Ryo" to all that he'd met.
Still, there was something in the quiet of their morning. Ryo's sleeps were typically shallow and dreamless, but there had been something deeper about that one. It had lulled him in such a way that the usual awareness of his surroundings had faded away into nothingness, a contrast to all that he usually maintained. It had only been himself, Akira, and the loose cast of the sheets across them. He hadn't used the pillows that had come along with the quarter's beds, but instead had found himself at times supported by the bend of Akira's arm, the crest of his shoulder. He hadn't really known when they had separated, but it had been well into the "morning" by the time they did.
Yet, he watches the way Akira shies back as he responds to him. He's seen this before, this kind of anxiousness, though once cast at the red of double-doors, the snapping of maws — elsewhere, in their childhood. Akira had always expressed his anxieties as much as he expressed anything else with him, at least to Ryo and the closed circle of his arms. It takes a moment, but Ryo types back with no less precision than before, letting his gaze rest where Akira lays for a moment longer, before taking in gray of the metallic ceilings above them. ]
@dabil It's okay. @dabil I'm not tired.
[ Akira was already right to think he wouldn't be. He could never manage something bordering typical rest, just as much he could not manage the odd mathematics that went into the entire span of last night. It was out of the ordinary to say the least, but it had happened. That much is what still remained perfectly clear. ]
[He wasn't used to the contents of his mind and his heart being confusing to him. It'd always been one of Akira's most distinguishing features, that he was so in-tune with both his own feelings and those of others, being so finely acquainted to the secret language that emotion was written in. But these - perhaps it was because he didn't have as much experience with them. Akira has been, at best, a bystander to affection that burned and bubbled up past the closeness of friendship, the kinship of family. Where he might've started to sense them growing unchecked and soon out-of-control, he found he could do little to stay or control them, deciding only to turn a blind eye.
They were complications. And though both himself and Ryo were of a unique importance to one another, he can't say he was ever given any reason to assume anything beyond that. Ryo Asuka did not exactly make himself available for such attachments; over the course of dozens of strains of conversations, many of which Akira firmly remembered despite the degradation that ten years would have on one's memory, he feels he didn't have much of a reason to believe it would be valid for him. Emotions were just chemicals released from the brain, right? Attachments to family was just an evolutionary tactic to help them survive through infancy. The bond of friendship was just something humankind developed, realizing collectively that they could accomplish with many what they could never hope to achieve alone.
It might be true, but it'd always rung hollow to him. The truth and the science of it might be the container, the empty vessel, but it was the matter generated in the heart that filled it. People, to him, would never be purely logical beings. Because they weren't. Idiosyncratic, paradoxical, unpredictable. They were all each to themselves their own vessels, spilling over, cracking, leaking, growing empty. An explanation could only go so far.
Across the span of the room, Akira can be heard typing, the dull tapping sound of fingers against the screen. Then silence. Then a rapid succession of taps: backspacing, perhaps, and then the cycle all over again. This goes on for a minute or so, then it's supplanted by a low groan from the back of his throat, a long and exasperated sigh. He types again.]
@r.asuka can I come down there
[How was he supposed to put into words which he couldn't even make sense of in his own head? He doesn't know, but he thinks, he thinks maybe if he's in front of Ryo, maybe he'll be able to figure it out. Because he hadn't felt so confused and frustrated earlier this morning, when he'd awoken to find the guy sleeping with his head resting against his shoulder, peaceful and quiet.
It might not be something elegant (as if he could really manage much of that, though, really), but he knows he'll be able to say something. So he waits, steadied against this one last barrier he had set up for himself.]
Akira is suddenly concerned, vaguely paranoid. Is this just really weird timing or, did... did someone hear them or something? Fuck, fuck, fuck. I mean, he definitely doesn't care if it's a secret or not, but he thought he'd have a little more time?]
[There's a shred of him that's concerned, of course, simply because Ryo was asking for a medical kit. Had he hurt himself? Surely he would've said something if that were the case, or at least injected the message with a bit more urgency than it'd had. Or maybe it did have urgency and Akira wasn't reading it right? The thoughts swirl around in the confines of his skull as he scavenges a few medical kits not-in-use and starts to swiftly make his way back to room 4.21.
He walks through the door, eyes searching out where Ryo was in the room. He approaches and produces what he'd asked for, handing it over.]
You hurt or somethin'? [He gives Ryo a concerned once-over.]
[ For Ryo's part, he's been situated on the couch for the better part of an hour. It isn't difficult to hear Akira come in, even with the song that thrums now in the background. Somehow, he's managed to find some way to work on some minor details on his communicator when Akira sweeps in. What he's greeted to is usual, for the main part, sans Ryo shutting off his device and setting it on the table alongside his coat (which was similarly discarded some time ago). He doesn't budge as Akira looks him over, but he does lift a pale hand to accept what he's brought him. His mouth tips up in subtle degrees. ]
I'm fine, [ he starts, setting the medkit on his lap. His fingers easily find the latch and he pops the lid open, his eyes scanning through the full of its contents. Whatever it is he's looking for, he finds without too much struggle after a moment. It's a relatively light package, it turns out, sealed on all ends. He extends it to him once he closes back up the rig and places it aside, the blue of his eyes almost brighter beneath the dark sweep of his lashes. ] We should be searching for these.
[ Visual stimuli was the best methodology to use for most individuals when teaching something relatively new. Here's no real exception. ]
"ryo the science bro obviously man vs science the reverie query ask asuka whats haunting the hallways, plus your other dumb questions weirdass biznasty its not rocket surgery starring ryo asuka"
[ There's no further context, never mind that he's probably within arm's reach of Akira, already in reach of Akira, or just saw him like no more than ten minutes ago. ]
He doesn't need context at all. He knows exactly what it's referring to, because Akira's thought along similar lines when mentally regarding Ryo's show back home. Except... not nearly as good.]
haha holy shit these are so fucking good who did you get them from
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[ There's a small pause and a smaller sigh. It's probably audible even through text. Never mind that he's impossibly endeared by it as always beneath his show of the contrary. That's pretty audible too. ]
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It'd only been under the crushing weight of a truly innumerable amount of drinks that he'd collapsed into unconsciousness, and the rest of today has been a slow drag through a simultaneous hangover and haze of pursuing ramifications. Long story short, he hadn't gotten a lot done besides lying around, poking at the communicator, and dragging himself to go find food a few times. And now the clock has rolled around to what stands for night hours on a timeless space station once again, and he's lying in bed. Looking up at the ceiling, not feeling even the slightest bit tired. His brain is a crawling slide-show of events from the last 48 hours, catching often at his booze-blurred memories of the party, of the trek back to the room, of waking up at some point this morning ("morning") in a fairly-tangled pile with Ryo on his bed.
His breath leaves him in a long, slow sigh. He's not really used to dealing with a snarl of his own emotions that he can't untangle. That'd been simply an aspect of him for as long as he'd been alive: he was largely an open book, both to himself and to others. But this had been one thing he'd always kept hidden, at first because he undermined its perceived importance and prominence and then later out of fear that it would complicate or otherwise derail something that was already vital to him.
But...
...well...
...it'd already happened, right? And things weren't that weird. Despite the stormcloud of a hangover that'd been raging in his head today, reducing him to about one-fourth of the boisterous kinda person he usually was, things between him and Ryo had seemed pretty normal. Ryo was the type of person to put up walls, and Akira was the kind of person who noticed them, and he hadn't noticed any additional barricades go up. So...]
@r.asuka hey are you awake
[Because, from up here, he can't really tell. He's still, but Akira can't really decide either awake or asleep based on the rhythm of the breathing that he can hear.
He's... just wonderin'.]
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Even under his previous state of inebriation, he'd laid in bed and listened to the steady rise and fall of Akira's breathing until it had brought unconsciousness in fleeting fits over his own head. It had only been in the morning that he'd gotten any real sleep, Akira's body tangled up with his. He'd complained a little then, when Akira had taken to moving, but he'd never been good at getting out of bed. In the end, he'd kept Akira longer than he'd likely intended, but he hadn't protested it and Ryo had felt relatively relaxed, even despite the incessant, pounding headache that all drinking binges end with.
It'd been a long time, since he'd allowed himself to slip like this. It had been a longer time since he'd been that close to Akira. The last had been a summer evening before Jenny had come to take him, Akira's dark eyes seeking his in the grey light of the dawn. Across the sea of blue sheets, Ryo had welcomed him into his arms as he always had. They'd fallen asleep again like that, until Akira's caretakers then had woken them back up. It was the last time, before now, that they had come close to any proximity like that.
If Akira had spent the day in bed, so too had Ryo with his head buried under the sparse pillows provided by the station and his hands periodically (and blindly) moving through the code he'd been working with. The communicator was as familiar to him now as own computer, his own tablets — and so it is of no surprise that he's already able to utilize it without much fuss or focus, should that be something he demanded. Unlike Akira, however, he'd bothered not at all to even get food with which to hopefully settle his stomach with, knowing himself to only accept water in times like this. He'd tried to coax Akira to drink some of it last night to prevent brunt of their collective misery, but he himself had failed to truly manage it.
And now, with no residual aches left, he finds himself scrolling through the community in an hour most were typically asleep at. It isn't adequate enough to keep him fully distracted from the course of last night, but it is enough that he is able to lose himself partially to it. There's always information on the network to spare should he have need of it and now is no exception as he makes notes to himself in the metaphorical margins. It's always something he'd done. It was a constant, something consistent — routine against the swell of odd and ignored emotions that sat caged behind his ribs. He breathes around them, as much as Akira breathes around his.
He knows Akira is still awake. He's known it for a while now. But, it seems Akira couldn't confirm that he was too as the notification comes up on his communicator. He turns head toward the top bunk and taps out a response with no pause to read it. He has a feeling of what it says. ]
@dabil I'm awake.
[ In the dim, the faint light from the communicator catches the blue of his eyes. And, without a second's pause, continues: ]
@dabil Did you want to talk?
[ Like when they were kids, in the small spaces between them in the quiet of Akira's oldest room. If they stayed awake long enough, the moon would travel past his open window and Ryo would tell him of all he knew about the constant cycles and lunar tides, while Akira told him of folkore — tales tall enough to scrape the stars.
There's nothing known like that here, besides them. ]
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In all honesty, that part of the day had been more worth mentioning than the rest of it. Even though his body had seen it fit to punish him for his foolishness with alcohol the night before whenever he'd bobbed up into consciousness yet again, he'd at least had the slow rhythm of Ryo's breathing to lull him, the steadiness of the warmth of his body where they were half-tangled and half-held by the other, the scent of him which he really could not manage to put to words except by just saying it was his. In comparison to this, finally accepting being awake and extricating themselves from one another had seemed dull in comparison. Water had dulled the aching of his head and his body, food had helped the sour feeling in his gut, but he can't say grappling with the serpentine cycle of his thoughts and the confused slush of emotion in his heart had done him much good at all.
So now he's here, having made basically zero headway in his internal deliberations.
He hears the slightest rustle of bedding, and he peeks out over the edge of the bunk to catch the blue eyes peering up at him from the dark, illuminated by the small square of light emanating from the communicator. Akira's have their own glint, though it's more like a cat's eyes caught in a camera; he ducks back into his bed, for some reason finding the avenue of conversation through the communicator a little easier than giving it all a voice.]
@r.asuka yeah
@r.asuka as long as you're not tired or anything though
[Though he knew he wouldn't be. If he was needed, Ryo would be there for him; Akira knew this as intrinsically as he knew anything about himself. That, and Ryo barley ever seemed to sleep regardless; with as much sleep as (he assumes) he got last night, he's probably set for a few more days at the very least.
In all honesty, the hurdle that he'd set up for them was something a little uncharacteristic, simply because they usually assumed such a thing wouldn't be the case. But there was a lot of this that was out of the ordinary, slightly uncharacteristic, truthfully unwieldy in unpracticed hands. He remains still up in his top bunk, eyes on the dim screen of his communicator.]
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Still, there was something in the quiet of their morning. Ryo's sleeps were typically shallow and dreamless, but there had been something deeper about that one. It had lulled him in such a way that the usual awareness of his surroundings had faded away into nothingness, a contrast to all that he usually maintained. It had only been himself, Akira, and the loose cast of the sheets across them. He hadn't used the pillows that had come along with the quarter's beds, but instead had found himself at times supported by the bend of Akira's arm, the crest of his shoulder. He hadn't really known when they had separated, but it had been well into the "morning" by the time they did.
Yet, he watches the way Akira shies back as he responds to him. He's seen this before, this kind of anxiousness, though once cast at the red of double-doors, the snapping of maws — elsewhere, in their childhood. Akira had always expressed his anxieties as much as he expressed anything else with him, at least to Ryo and the closed circle of his arms. It takes a moment, but Ryo types back with no less precision than before, letting his gaze rest where Akira lays for a moment longer, before taking in gray of the metallic ceilings above them. ]
@dabil It's okay.
@dabil I'm not tired.
[ Akira was already right to think he wouldn't be. He could never manage something bordering typical rest, just as much he could not manage the odd mathematics that went into the entire span of last night. It was out of the ordinary to say the least, but it had happened. That much is what still remained perfectly clear. ]
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They were complications. And though both himself and Ryo were of a unique importance to one another, he can't say he was ever given any reason to assume anything beyond that. Ryo Asuka did not exactly make himself available for such attachments; over the course of dozens of strains of conversations, many of which Akira firmly remembered despite the degradation that ten years would have on one's memory, he feels he didn't have much of a reason to believe it would be valid for him. Emotions were just chemicals released from the brain, right? Attachments to family was just an evolutionary tactic to help them survive through infancy. The bond of friendship was just something humankind developed, realizing collectively that they could accomplish with many what they could never hope to achieve alone.
It might be true, but it'd always rung hollow to him. The truth and the science of it might be the container, the empty vessel, but it was the matter generated in the heart that filled it. People, to him, would never be purely logical beings. Because they weren't. Idiosyncratic, paradoxical, unpredictable. They were all each to themselves their own vessels, spilling over, cracking, leaking, growing empty. An explanation could only go so far.
Across the span of the room, Akira can be heard typing, the dull tapping sound of fingers against the screen. Then silence. Then a rapid succession of taps: backspacing, perhaps, and then the cycle all over again. This goes on for a minute or so, then it's supplanted by a low groan from the back of his throat, a long and exasperated sigh. He types again.]
@r.asuka can I come down there
[How was he supposed to put into words which he couldn't even make sense of in his own head? He doesn't know, but he thinks, he thinks maybe if he's in front of Ryo, maybe he'll be able to figure it out. Because he hadn't felt so confused and frustrated earlier this morning, when he'd awoken to find the guy sleeping with his head resting against his shoulder, peaceful and quiet.
It might not be something elegant (as if he could really manage much of that, though, really), but he knows he'll be able to say something. So he waits, steadied against this one last barrier he had set up for himself.]
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(cw/tw: consensual sex between two teens)
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@skull (private)
[As if there wasn't a legitimate 40,000 word thread above this probably confirming it and damning the both of them in broad daylight.]
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Akira is suddenly concerned, vaguely paranoid. Is this just really weird timing or, did... did someone hear them or something? Fuck, fuck, fuck. I mean, he definitely doesn't care if it's a secret or not, but he thought he'd have a little more time?]
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why are you asking?
[It's technically true. They're not dating.]
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[ . . . ]
I'm just wondering why this out of the blue, like
did someone say something or
[He's bad at being subtle.]
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You can always figure out things that exist between the pauses and silences people make
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this is so cute i hate it
i, in fact, love it
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@r.asuka ( private: during the week of 7/1 )
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what's up
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Bring one back to the room.
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okay
[There's a shred of him that's concerned, of course, simply because Ryo was asking for a medical kit. Had he hurt himself? Surely he would've said something if that were the case, or at least injected the message with a bit more urgency than it'd had. Or maybe it did have urgency and Akira wasn't reading it right? The thoughts swirl around in the confines of his skull as he scavenges a few medical kits not-in-use and starts to swiftly make his way back to room 4.21.
He walks through the door, eyes searching out where Ryo was in the room. He approaches and produces what he'd asked for, handing it over.]
You hurt or somethin'? [He gives Ryo a concerned once-over.]
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I'm fine, [ he starts, setting the medkit on his lap. His fingers easily find the latch and he pops the lid open, his eyes scanning through the full of its contents. Whatever it is he's looking for, he finds without too much struggle after a moment. It's a relatively light package, it turns out, sealed on all ends. He extends it to him once he closes back up the rig and places it aside, the blue of his eyes almost brighter beneath the dark sweep of his lashes. ] We should be searching for these.
[ Visual stimuli was the best methodology to use for most individuals when teaching something relatively new. Here's no real exception. ]
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un: @r.asuka (fwd: un: @turntechGodhead )
[ There's no further context, never mind that he's probably within arm's reach of Akira, already in reach of Akira, or just saw him like no more than ten minutes ago. ]
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He doesn't need context at all. He knows exactly what it's referring to, because Akira's thought along similar lines when mentally regarding Ryo's show back home. Except... not nearly as good.]
haha holy shit
these are so fucking good who did you get them from
is there really rocket surgery??
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He insisted after I'd answered his question about toothpaste.
What's your take on it?
[ There's a small pause and a smaller sigh. It's probably audible even through text. Never mind that he's impossibly endeared by it as always beneath his show of the contrary. That's pretty audible too. ]
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what did he ask about toothpaste
theyre really good
I wish you could use all of them
like change the title every episode but dont ever mention it
[He knows that your small sighs of disappointment are assertions of affection, Ryo.]
yeah but that could technically be rocket surgery though
if you think about it in a certain way
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He'd mentioned something about not being able to sleep because of it.
[ This is his life, so of course he answered. ]
Considering our numbers, it wouldn't matter if I did.
Though, some are too misleading to be used.
I narrowed it down to a few.
[ True... His biggest weakness. ]
[ Akira................ ]
Metaphorically, I suppose.
I doubt most would appreciate that title.
[ Not that Ryo cares, but. ]
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kinda sounds like youre fighting the science though
or I'm fighting the science??
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The Reverie Query?
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I'm talkin about fighting a dinosaur or a volcano or something
that ones pretty good
it rhymes
thats always a plus
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[ Absolutely. ]
And how would you fight against a volcano?
The dinosaurs historically did poorly.
It isn't misleading.
People are more likely to remember titles that rhyme.
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