[So like. Hopefully Dave Strider is enjoying his day out because by the time he comes back to his dorm he'll find a couple of weird things are going on here. First of all, that second bed across from his now has gray sheets and a gray comforter that definitely used to be blue. There are a few boxes scattered around on that side of the room as well with duffel bags and a few pillows piled on the mattress. Clothes hang out of the second closet and the second desk already hosts a few school items and an actual desktop computer.
A keyboard appears to be peaking out from the very edge under the bed and there's a soccer ball in an empty laundry basket. A bass is leaning up against the footboard of the bed and on the dresser there are a few scattered items.
Basically, there is definitely someone moving in. If Dave doesn't move from the doorway though, he'll soon find himself being collided into from the back and a startled noise of surprise follows as a cell phone clatters to the floor.]
Shit. [And down he goes to collect it.] Sorry--[And then he Looks and notices that Dave's just. There.] Can...I help you?
what if i give you excessive bracket text because i CAN.
[ he'd already started moving from the doorway, thanks. he heard the footsteps, and he'd been edging in to try to figure out what was up, though it occurred to him he should check the nameplates. but this was supposed to be a single.
granted, it'd been a double room, but he was supposed to have a single. before he'd fucked off into space for most of a month, he'd had one. he'd checked it out, even. his side of the room is neat and tidy - it won't stay that way, exactly, although he doesn't like leaving his stuff around to be browsed through - and he's too-quick to dodge an incoming touch from behind. just a hair too quick, though. for all he'd hugged his friends coming back from outer space, dave still doesn't really like being touched.
especially not from behind. he opens his mouth to ask what the fuck is going on or something more intelligent but the "shit" registers in his mind. or not even the word, or anything that follows, but the voice.
dave turns, eyes wide behind his shades, and...stares for a heartbeat. because he knows the voice, he knows the face - the eyes aren't right, but the color missing has never been quite so jarring.
because there's no recognition on that face, but dave strider absolutely recognizes john egbert. it's like a punch to the gut how immediately he does and how absolutely unfair it is that there's no recognition, and his mind offers up countless memories with that same face, or the stupid blue text egbert used to use, or that voice.
the inane: too many memories to count of just being friends, familiarity born from years of knowing someone. a boy in a lab; game bro is a joke and we both know it in an aside for a stupid everyday conversation and dave knows they'd had millions of them; are you taking notes on how to be cool?? jesus get a fucking pen; we'll talk later if i am still alive and the earth isn't blown up; the stupid juice prank; talking to jade about his present; contemplating juice revenge; no but hes still got a ton so screw him; lying about john snooping on rose; egbert stfu and give me your goddamn boonbuck j3gus fuck and he had without that much trouble, what the fuck; telling jade not to bother john so he could meet his stupid windy destiny instead; promising not to tell john they were making him grab a bomb; john will also be your friend because hes cool and also a doofus who is easy to be friends with and god he'd never genuinely had a single bad thing to say about john that was really genuine; what the hell happened to john; john no stop turning into wind you fickle idiot; thats time travel genius; his bitching about it is literally my only point of reference for his degree of proficiency; standing on the platform, making the new universe; traveling ahead five thousand years; that stupid trickster party, the stupid fact that john was - is? - deathly allergic to peanuts.
the flat-out embarrassing: i should probably text him soon, see what's up; john god dammit stop embarrassing us; dream johns and rose's eyebrow raising; i keep my apartment misted with his odor at all times; what if we ran an experiment and spent the rest of our lives finding out what happened if we never told him;
the terrifying: a phone conversation while shopping (a phone conversation john could remember, and dave recalls being perhaps too honest about how things were and it makes his blood freeze over - a mistake he can't unmake);
the things that hurt: maybe if john was to try with his pure heart and shit it woulda popped out like a champagne cork and fuckin hero confetti woulda blasted him in the face but they'd had to break it because dave strider isn't john egbert; a night sky full of fireflies as john died; talking with terezi about how he'd been outpaced as he looked down at a dave he was never going to kill; johns even better than that even though he doesnt know it at the moment and knowing john egbert would never think that about himself; im not a hero. my bro was. john is. im not; talking with rose when she'd stolen the fucking suicide mission, and would he give a message to john for her - but he'd never heard what it was and he almost hadn't cared because a universe without rose wasn't worth living in even if john and jade were there; but his dad and her mom no matter what they said it was so obvious they cared about them deeply and he'd never had that -
and the things that had meant the entire fucking world: just between you and me i think you might actually be that cool words that had meant everything packaged with the shades he never takes off. because he'd seen space itself crack and his first thought had been thank fuck it wasn't the shades.
more recently, a dream he hadn't thought anything of, on a baseball field and then in a kitchen.
he knows all of them too well. those who have forgotten and those who haven't. he remembers more about aradia and karkat than he is willing to say. ]
That's my line. [ and thank fuck he's past the age where his voice would crack, even if it sounds a little hoarse; he clears his throat. dave's left hand is tight on the headphones at his neck, and he lets himself slouch, casual, and pretends like he always does that things are perfectly all right. it isn't like there's anyone who remembers john who he can text - not anyone he's willing to share with. ] When I went out this mornin', I was the only person living here...? Which is what I requested, so. What's the nameplate say?
[ the terrific thing about shades and a poker face: aside from a minor pause before he'd responded, and the way he'd had to clear his throat, he's playing it off decently. ]
[ his favorite sister who only halfway remembers him, bless ]
are we doing that again this year am i waking up to an update every morning of the countdown until you can go even more goth than usual in celebration of candy and childhood obesity
nah its 100% fact got my own den in the basement you know a beanbag chair those ubiquitous hanging beads in the door that kind of indicate a door but mostly just serve to annoy the fuck out of everyone a vending machine that serves only aj you caught me thats my secret
since when has normal really been an important factor in any experience anyway or a factor in any experience we have in our lives at this point from like the day chocobos became a thing also dude the fact that you have a party of animals basically means youre the party maestro please tell me that in the party of animals there is a party animal please also tell me its the cool crocodile dude you know what we never got him shades we should get on that immediately do you think shutter shades are better or like we can look into 3d glasses for the aesthetic
but if were like talking a rager with head banging and insane bass i think that probably youd fall the fuck off so really i need more details to properly answer the question
i just looked out the window and i dont see a mountain of garbage is it located on like the other side of recolle or does it only appear for the chosen ones do i need to go on a quest to like find the tin can fairy and offer to do three great deeds for her and shell be like dave i need you to sort out all the recyclables or dave i need you to pick up all the trash on the side of the road or dave i need you to plant some trees for earth day
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i do not know what's going on. and i am not going to ask because i think you probably would not tell me. but i get it. i can look into moving out if it is seriously bothering you enough.
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the dallas thing is obviously the bigger tragedy i mean wine breath isnt a good thing at all unless youre too drunk to notice maybe but dont mess with texas is a law for a reason
[ her twin brother, light of her life, will be standing in the shade of a tree. he's in jeans and a long-sleeved shirt, and those shades he only started wearing constantly back in march. he's looking at the ground but he does look up when he sees her, and gestures to rose to start walking around to the back of the building... ]
[The drive back to the dorm is pretty uneventful given that Dave is driving and John is mostly quiet. He has his head against the window thinking about everything and it's only when they're driving home that he notices his head's a little dizzy and the slight queasy feeling he's ignoring.
He says nothing though and when Dave parks he follows him upstairs and into their dorm. He snags a bottle of water out of the fridge and a bottle of aspirin from his desk to set on the nightstand, toeing off his shoes with a strange amount of grace before flopping on his bed fully dressed. There's a pause while he looks at Dave though.]
I was gonna get you that. [ the aspirin and water. but he will...go...stand near john's bed he guesses??? hands in his pockets, awkward. he'd tossed the keys to the car on john's desk. ]
September 30th 11:59pm vs October 1st 12:00am. Spot the differences.
[ two pictures are attached, both selfies of rose. there are ten "differences" for dave to spot, as the first is vaguely autumnal whereas the second is super halloween themed.
but the biggest difference is rose's hazel eyes are a familiar shade of orchid purple in the second picture. also technically makes her text a lie since dave would have seen they were still hazel on the first, but listen then the meme wouldn't have worked. ]
[Likewise, a few days later, Dave will come back to the room while John's gone and find a couple of things. Namely, he'll find a couple of roses tied around a cassette tape sitting innocuously on the bed. The rest of the roses seem to have vanished? Where did they go, that's a great question.
But anyway, he's not super-great with drawing so the cover art of the tape is just a handful of blue musical notes along with a note:]
im offended i dont qualify as an expert but i think theres something to be said on doing things just for the hilarity or fun of it you know man march to the beat of our own drums the honking of our own otamatones
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