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.]
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. ]
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.
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.]
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?
[ 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.
[ 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. ]
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.
[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.
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.
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.]
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.
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[ 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. ]
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[Dave can do that while John moves to finish getting dressed and grabbing his own sneakers.]
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[ then he's hunting around for a sweater. ]
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[ 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.
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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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Yep. Lead the way, dude. And honestly, I don't know if gettin' more cards ever made you lose shit less.
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I do not lose things that often. I'm still getting used to how it works but at least I know where everything is.
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[ 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. ]
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But then you'll have to open your own door? The terror.
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I'm pretty sure you'd open it anyway.
[ ...............
HE'S JUST SAYING. ]
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[ HE'S MAYBE KIDDING??? ]
So, do you have a Halloween mix or nope?
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[ dryly. ]
Also, I always have music on me, you know this.
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[ 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. ]
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[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.
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[ CALMLY - another thing he never mentioned, although after singing along to some songs and hitting the house, dave's eyebrows raise. ]
Sweet. Do you think they allow flash photography?
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