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[parodeity]

DAVE STRIDER

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[parodeity]

[ like. his closet is shut, and so are his drawers? there's a laptop on his desk and some various school supplies (everything is mostly red) and some various posters for little-known bands on the walls.

there's

also definitely a plastic skeleton in a labcoat by the door. ]

Sure. The satisfaction of bein' right, which is the lamest prize in the universe. Uh...I don't know, I have some pizza coupons?

[windeity]

[That's not helpful?]

Don't worry about it. But...why is there a plastic skeleton? You did not seem like the science type.

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Doc Trombone the second and I have been through a lot together?

[ no they haven't. dave got him last week. ]

Also, science is rad and - [ john ] Egbert is lame, news at eleven. What's your first name, roomie? Or will I be callin' you Egbert the whole time? Egbert, Eggs, [ blue eyes ] short stop, home slice...

[windeity]

And I am sure the two of you are very happy together. [There's still a grin though.] I mean you could call me Eggs if you want? I don't really care, but I don't play shortstop. [What are the chances of Dave not knowing what that means?]

If you ever get bored with that though you can probably just call me John. What about you?

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I'm not familiar with a lot of video games? [ PRETTY GOOD CHANCES ]

Dave. [ he licks his lip, stalling, because his throat is dry. ] ...It's nice to meet you, John.

[ and that's kind of how it is, isn't it? it's meeting a stranger who may or may not ever remember dave. who may or may not forget even if he remembers. as usual, he feels distant and more or less alone.

dave gives a lopsided smile. ]

I proposed to him, but his heart is set on science.

[windeity]

[...yeah. That gets a laugh.] Not exactly what I meant, but we should also fix that, like, immediately.

[He gives Dave another curious once-over, not sure what to make of that but...he can deal.] Likewise though, Dave. [Dave Strider. Kind of a cool name. He briefly wonders if the guy's as cool as he presents himself to be. It's a fleeting thought as he gets up, abandoning whatever he was unpacking (speakers, it looks like) and heading toward Dr. Trombone II. He gives him a once-over of his own before holding up one of the doc's hands, waving his wrist a bit.]

I can see that. Poor guy's worked himself to the bone for his one true love.

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[ dave can't help it: there's an immediate laugh, although it's soft and more a huff of breath than anything else. he's loud online and he rambles in person, but he's never really had huge over the top reactions - blushing aside, which he just isn't doing right now.

he feels like he's a kid again.

but which dave? ]

He got too into mad science, unfortunately. Turns out that stuff can kill you, or get you turned into a llama. He's had a very hard life? But I am assumin' this means you intend to accept the roommate thing.

[windeity]

[There's a very pleased smile because he always likes when he can get people to laugh, when he can worm his way into someone's good graces and make friends. Making friends is the key to life and John knows that better than anyone...especially since he left behind most of his friends.]

I mean I have a lot of questions about science and llamas, but I think the doc and I can work something out roommate-wise. [A teasing pause.] I guess you can stay too, though, if you want. It could be fun?

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[ he's back to his chill neutral after a beat, though, so ]

I mean, I already live here? So. [ HE UNPACKED HIS SHIT HE'S NOT REPACKING IT even if dave could get that done faster than anyone else in recolle. ] You still didn't guess what I'm here fore.

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Art. [It's so simply said and he lets go of Dr. Trombone's hand as he moves back to his end of the room, digging around in a box for what looks like a pop-up DVD rack.] Of some kind, anyway. I have never heard of any of the bands in your posters and you have a full-bodied skeleton in a lab coat. I am not sure what kind yet, but definitely more arts than sciences.

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That's not a specific, genius, and I'm not givin' out half points. You're, what - music?

[ he can get it on the second, but that's what his brain goes to. music. ]

[windeity]

It is specific enough? Music isn't much more specific. [There's a strange pause though.] But no. Apparently we both suck at guessing games.

[It's what he wants to do, probably, but something he won't quite allow either.]

[parodeity]

Biology.

[ second guess, rapid-fire. ]

And I would've specified more in music if you'd wanted, dude.

[windeity]

Now what makes you think biology of all things? [He's not touching the music thing, weirdly enough.]

[parodeity]

You actually have school shit out.

[ john had been unpacking his desk. dave flicks his wrist, points lazily. ]

But it didn't have to be your major.

[windeity]

[And so, to counter that point:]

Photography. Or some sort of art that requires a fine study of details.

[parodeity]

I do photography on my own time, not for college.

[ also, he totally was guessing bio off what he knows of john, but he'd clocked the book after. ]

[windeity]

Am I even remotely close or are you just going to have me guess while I orbit further and further away from the answer?

[parodeity]

I mean, the second option sounds way more fun than answering the first part?

[windeity]

Maybe for you. [But he's still doing things...]

I never said I wanted to major in biology and I never said I was set on it. Just to be clear.

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But you didn't say you weren't currently doin' that, either.

[windeity]

I think you might just be making up stories about me to fit what you want to think. So...cinematography. Directing the conversation, directing someone else's life.

[parodeity]

It's an option.

[ the one he's more or less settled on as "main", but. ]

Tell me the other one, Johnny boy.

[windeity]

The other what, Dave? [By now he's busy unzipping a duffel bag to unpack some more of his clothes. Some long-sleeved button downs go in the closer. A few ties disappear into a dresser drawer. Jeans and slacks go in respective places and there are plenty of t-shirts that get hung up, too. He doesn't mind chatting while he does this, but it's also a strange shift like he's still feeling Dave out himself.]

[parodeity]

Option. What's the second thing I'm considering flipping to back and forth?

[ he just...wants to know if there's any chance in hell john knows him or can guess him like dave can john. ]

Hey, by the way, we should trade numbers.