[Ryuji happens to think he's hella coy when he looks forward, completely unfazed by Dave's very true and very obvious observation on the lack of roasting going on in the situation. Water under the bridge, right? He's trying not to look down directly at Dave, because when he does, he has a nasty habit of smiling way too goddamn much and that gives himself away 100% of the time.

Because, y'know. Dave is kinda his hero in a lot of different ways, and sweeping him off his feet is something he might have done once or twice in the past span of their relationship.

Don't hit on him, though, this will all come crashing down and he'll be reduced to the consistently normal high levels of hormones that make up your standard teenager who has no self restraint whatsoever.]

Holy shit, dude. You ever heard of foreplay? [Why is this conversation happening right now? Of course Dave knows what foreplay is.] Romantic hats should happen all the way up to... the, uh, climax.

[Ryuji's no major lover of books, but there is something nice about settling down after a particularly long day of mining or fishing or whatever gacha miniquest he's working on during the day time. And at night, he can settle in with Dave, like this. It's a good deal. It's actually a pretty good life, all things considered. There've been conversations lately where Ryuji had to talk about the station for some reason or another, and by comparison, this is practically a utopian upgrade.]

Alright, shoot.

[He scoots just a little farther away, guiding Dave by his motion alone to let his head rest right on his leg so that he can maybe. Sort of. Play with his little hair swirl. They're done reading, right? It's time for creation.]

Make this shit better. Tell me about our romance novel.