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[parodeity]

DAVE STRIDER

consider this your warning about stairs. itll just keep happening bro. im telling you man

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[windeity]

[RP science probably.

His hand's moving again, but this time it's up Dave's spine and into the ends of his hair on his neck to scratch at his scalp a little. Somewhere in his alcohol-laden brain, this made sense.]

Everything is going to be fine. Okay?

[parodeity]

[ yo how do you keep upping gay chicken here what the actual fuck

dave is not drunk enough for this and yet he's not stopping it because

gestures weakly ]

A lot of people have said that, Eggs.

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[Okay but no. Dave was surrounded by cats earlier and when he was petting and scratching them they were calm, so obviously the same logic applies here? Duh.

...yeah they suck. Scritch scritch scritch.]

Do you trust me?

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[ i will fucking fight you

also it unfortunately WORKS i hate this. ]

With Rose's life.

[ ............his life isn't worth much. ]

[windeity]

[Let me win this one!!!]

Then trust me when I say that you are not really at the risk of fucking this up.

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[ i don't even know how i could possibly fucking win. dave just makes an irritated sound that is probably a capitulation, and then takes john's glasses off to fold up and put on the desk.

look ]

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[Somehow he just allows this, a little shivery still since he's not actually in his bed, he's sort of tangled in a blanket and Dave at this point. But there's also a small pout.]

Why do people keep blinding me. [It's a petulant tone because this is the second time his glasses have been taken this evening what the fuck.]

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You don't - uh. Do you want them back? You don't usually sleep in them?

[ did he mess up oh my god ]

I don't want them to get broken or somethin' if you fall asleep?

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I know that but I can't see without them. [No, John's just stupid. The implication here is that he can't see Dave without them, but also he can't really see because they're in the dark? Whatever, let him live.]

...what about yours though?

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I am a master of not breakin' these shades and would rather cut off my dick than do so?

[ thanks dave ]

...It's dark and you're drunk, what the fuck do you need to be able to see right now.

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That sounds painful, maybe do not do that. [Also now that he's relaxed again it's a little more obviously out of it, a combination of sleepy and drunk and comfortable. It's for that reason he sort of using a hand to squish Dave's face.

Please end him.]

I like seeing people when I am talking to them.

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[ ...he rolls his eyes behind his shades and yet does not. make any moves to end this WHY ]

Your eyesight is not so terrible you can't see a few inches in front of your face. What the fuck are you doin', oh my god.

[windeity]

[I'm glad Dave's a sucker. I can't believe this is real.]

Eleanor took my glasses earlier and I could not see shit. I'm not sure about your assessment here. [But he laughs slightly before he stops squishing Dave's face and lays back letting go of Dave briefly to rub at his eyes.

Like. One arm is still in a vice grip around him but okay.] I am pretty sure you are eventually going to regret this friendship, Strider. I have a lot of issues, too.

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[ dave freezes up when john shifts but registers an arm is still around him and tries to relax again after a minute or so. when he can actually breathe evenly he...laughs. ]

Not really. I'd rather see the universe broken than - [ these shades ] - it's impossible for me to regret friendship with you.

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I have seen the universe broken. [He sounds very sure of himself, since he has no idea how to interpret anything about that so instead he's just going to stay where he's at. The other arm loosely flops over Dave again.]

Even if things get really weird?

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[ oh okay this is still happening. you cannot make this more gay it's impossible ]

Weird how? You can't really out weird our original timeline, dude.

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[I mean. There are absolutely ways to make this more gay but they're friends and John's just a doofus and Dave could still pull away!! Whenever he wanted!! On the other hand John's breathing is also evening out a little as he gets comfortable.

Where the fuck did his water bottle go. Oh well.]

I have no idea. I just want to throw that disclaimer in there for the future. We have never had to deal with anything like this, dude. Who knows what's going to happen?

[parodeity]

John. [ just a quiet sigh. ] I can't regret you. Even if you killed me or whatever the fuck "weird" entails.

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I would never kill you. [Like. Okay. They're clear on that.

...he goes quiet again.] ...you can go back to your own bed if you want though. I think we are at the part where I'm realizing my head hurts a lot more than it did an hour ago. [Not that he's making it easy for Dave to move but an attempt was made.]

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Do...yeah, I can, sorry, I - didn't mean to...take advantage or whatever. [ of someone hugging him. why is he this way. ]

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...huh? [That's super intelligent, thanks John.]

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I can get out of your hair? You just have to...let go and shit. Sorry.

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[There's a confused noise, and his arms flex a little like he's not sure if he wants to tighten his grip or let go.]

I said if you want to, not that you had to.

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Because you want me to? [ this is going well ]

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I don't, actually. [Blunt as ever.] But it sort of felt shitty keeping you here if you did not want to stay or, like I said, if shit got weird.

[...apparently this is this universe's form of "no homo."]