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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]

Seems thematic or whatever doesn't it? I found it in the back of my closet the other day and I kind of vaguely remember it. I'm surprised it fits, actually.

[He grins at the kitten because she's still adorable even if she doesn't like him as much before he digs through his dresser and stuff.] I am trying to be creeped out by magically-appearing things, but at this point I am tapped out on being creeped out.

[parodeity]

Does that mean I should join in?

[ though all he's doing is sliding into his black skinny jeans and locating sneakers, but. he has to pick a shirt eventually.

which he will then bury under like 2 sweaters maybe but ]

Honestly, it's not that weird.

[windeity]

It's not as weird as it could be. Also yes, obviously, you have to join me in the throwback. Which...I am guessing that means you actually got something else back, too? [Give him a second because he's mostly working on finding jeans and clean boxers and clean socks. The drawers are weirdly organized though so that's not a huge deal.]

[parodeity]

I am constantly getting things back. It's barely worth mentionin' at this point in my existence.

[ dave's clothes are somewhat more organized, mostly because he's actually good about clothes. he has to relocate where he threw the record tee, though. ]

[windeity]

What about if it was something really big like. I don't know, your turntables or something? Where the hell would we even put them?

[Dave can do that while John moves to finish getting dressed and grabbing his own sneakers.]

[parodeity]

I guess I'd store them with my parents? [ he'd have said "with yuri" but that's not an option. dave kind of shrugs, hauling his pajama shirt up over his head without so much as jostling his shades and immediately pulling on the other shirt, back to john. ] It hasn't been a huge concern so far. I get shit I can store in my 'dex or stuff that's digital or stuff that I can't store anywhere anyway 'cause it's just me.

[ then he's hunting around for a sweater. ]

[windeity]

So what you are saying is that with our luck, I am going to be the one who ends up with something big and stupid we can't put anyway. Also I have no idea how you do not run out of space in your sylladex. I keep losing slots. [Shoes go on and while Dave's hunting for a sweater John's going to go ahead and feed Mewpac so she has food before they leave.]

[parodeity]

I have more cards than you, probably. I started out with ten, but I got some more in the mail and just shuffled them in.

[ he doesn't...bother to explain how sylladex cards work he figures john knows...

he snags a red sweater but doesn't immediately throw it on, gesturing to his trademark record tee. ]

See? Stuff.

[windeity]

I only have ten right now, yeah. Too bad you can't mail-order request stuff from them. [But he's also staring at the record before he blinks in surprise. Suddenly the beat mesa makes sense.]

Stuff. Okay, point made. [He'll grab a hoodie (black) and actually slip it on because it is getting colder before grabbing his keys and his wallet.] As long as I do not find random shit in the haunted house it's fine. Ready?

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[ the sweater goes on over the shirt, and dave's probably going to be cold anyway. he also digs out a scarf, hand knitted with a bat pattern. presumably rose is to thank for that. ]

Yep. Lead the way, dude. And honestly, I don't know if gettin' more cards ever made you lose shit less.

[windeity]

[That's kind of cute but okay. Off they go and Mewpac ignores both of her dads in favor of food. Thanks, cat.]

I do not lose things that often. I'm still getting used to how it works but at least I know where everything is.

[parodeity]

You lose things more often than me?

[ dave is twisting the scarf around his neck, and hauling part of it up over his mouth to his nose, as he shoves his hands into his pockets. he's weak to cold, spare him. ]

[windeity]

That has nothing to do with not knowing how to use my sylladex and also, shut up, I can track most of my shit just fine. Like eighty percent of it. [Down to the car they go and he won't even comment on Dave being a huge baby. He'll just get in and punch open the passenger door.] Better than most odds.

[parodeity]

Not better than mine? [ he laughs even as he slides into the passenger seat. ] Seriously, Egbert. We need to fix your car door.

[windeity]

[He makes a face and settles in the driver seat, setting up his phone on the dash so he can see where he's going. Why he didn't do this before instead of making Dave do it we just don't know.]

But then you'll have to open your own door? The terror.

[parodeity]

[ does dave have to take over... ]

I'm pretty sure you'd open it anyway.

[ ...............

HE'S JUST SAYING. ]

[windeity]

That...no? [Yes.] Shut up, get your own door. [And they're off, driving away from campus and out to somewhere in Viea Village.]

[parodeity]

Nah. I like bein' treated like a princess.

[ HE'S MAYBE KIDDING??? ]

So, do you have a Halloween mix or nope?

[windeity]

Excuse you, I am pretty sure I am the heir here. [There's a small smirk.] If I say no, is a mix going to drop out of your 'dex right now?

[parodeity]

Sorry, did you want me to kiss your hand and call you "milord"?

[ dryly. ]

Also, I always have music on me, you know this.

[windeity]

Only if you want me to laugh a lot, or whenever I have an actual crown on my head. Shit. That's what I should have done for Halloween. [Alas.] I have a half-put-together mix but go ahead and DJ if you've got something in mind.

[parodeity]

Dressed up as the Heir of Breath? Hate to say it, dude, but the Heir doesn't get a crown. Also I want to hear the half-put-together mix, obviously?

[windeity]

No, as a king. But why don't I get a crown? That seems like the opposite of an Heir. [But once they are at a stop light, he'll flick through his phone to a Spotify playlist and hits play.]

[parodeity]

Just be glad you don't have ridiculous poofy pants. Overall, we made out like bandits.

[ what the FUCK was dirk wearing classpect wise. thankfully, dave does not remember what jake was wearing?

like, narrowly averted crisis.

he laughs at the song, though, and starts to sing along. ]

[windeity]

That is a good point. I kind of like the godtier outfits. Or at least what I can remember. They seemed really comfortable and I am definitely glad for pants. I have questions, but I will skip them.

[He grins though before he moves to turn the volume up a little louder, driving them across the city toward this haunted house. Other songs that pop up are the classics like Thriller, Zombie by the Cranberries, etc. Either way, they arrive not long after that and John parks the car in front of a large, looming house obviously set up for Halloween.] Check it out.