Yeah, Souji is for some reason gonna wear a sexy fruit costume for his - I am not sure who he is datin', actually, if anyone? But presumably there is someone who is getting this. But anyway I pointed out he needed mood music also and offered.
I am really, really worried about him as a person but alright. What even counts as sexy strawberry mood music? And why a strawberry in the first place?
I have no idea what you are talking about anymore, so no. What tropicana commercial? I mean if you're doing sexy fruit seduction music or whatever the fuck upbeat is the way to go, I agree.
[He doesn't move from Dave's bed. Instead, he's stretching out and resting his cheek on the edge of the pillow so that Mewpac can have most of it and he's watching the video. He's mildly bemused by the results and he's not quite focused on the topic at hand, but he does give a light smile anyway.]
Yeah I cannot exactly disagree with you there. Sexy would need something a touch sultry but you could make it work.
That sounds more like a Souji question. [But he lets Dave stay on his laptop and distract himself while John makes himself comfortable, petting the cat with one finger while letting his eyes shut for a little while.]
It could be funny actually so...sure. I still think it is one of the weirdest things I have ever heard, but why not?
Eh. Yato made the costume thing weirder at one point in time, so this barely registers.
[ he sounds a little distracted as he scrolls, but it's not hard to keep up the conversation anyway. his right hand taps out a nervous beat on his knee as he likes a few images seemingly at random. ]
And I don't make a habit of askin' people about their seduction plans. I'm 99% sure it's some kinda gambit to annoy someone else at its base anyway.
Oh. [That's pretty much all he says about it, listening to the beat of Dave's fingers on his knee and the light movements of the laptop. His hand moves slower over Mewpac.]
We can do that Sunday before I go to Ayano's, too.
If there's time after or before the other thing, sure. I have to work Sunday in the evening though.
[ he does not specify which job but he rarely does, whoops. instagram is navigated away from and he checks his website, firing off a few one-handed responses. ]
[Normally he would let Dave go and feign ignorance on things. He'd let Dave change the subject but one of the things about being best friends is also knowing how to push back when necessary.]
I like working on projects with you, but that is not what I was talking about. I meant the other thing.
I know you say stuff like that, and I know you mean it. [Because Dave's always been really strangely sincere about that stuff when he's not about other stuff.] But you have to admit it is can be a little questionable when you stop and then completely pull away.
[...Dave stopped petting his hair and relaxing and physically put space between them so he could do something else and John's not ignorant enough to ignore what that means.]
I...[Don't really have an argument, actually. He knows something was said between Aradia and Dave and he's not inclined to say he agrees that Aradia, Ami, whichever was right when he's not sure what part is being referred to. He pauses for a minute before there's a quiet sigh.]
Okay. Cool. We will figure out the rest about that later and it probably will not take that long, then you and I can work on stuff for a while until you go to work and I head to Ayano's. That sounds fair to me.
[ and that's apparently all dave has to say to that, eyes still locked on his computer screen rather than john and mewpac. he probably intends to just sit up for the rest of the night at this rate, uneasy even in capitulation. ]
[This is pretty uncomfortable for a multitude of reasons so he doesn't say anything for a moment as he watches Dave through half-lidded eyes and lets Mewpac's tail wrap around his wrist. It's hard to tap into whatever Dave's thinking when he purposefully blocks and instead of pushing, for now he resigns.
He got Dave to agree which is a big step. On the other hand, it's also something that's probably not easy.]
Okay. [And then there's a beat.] Don't stay up too late? [He doesn't know how to phrase it as "come back to bed" without it seeming strange and overcompensating, but he's also not moving to his own bed either.] Mewpac stays up forever when you're up.
[ he's being weird, dave's aware he's being weird. he thinks by the morning he'll be fine to joke around and pretend he's normal and not dreading sunday. he only has to put up with whatever meeting they do, sick to his stomach probably and listening to the sharing he's been deadset against for almost a year. probably they'll echo off of one another, some of it mundane, maybe some of it not, and he'll get to sit there and watch it happen. it's not a thing he wants to do, but it's a thing he's going to do, so there's no point in bothering to allow john any of that information when it's pretty damn irrelevant.
the has to be some other dave who ended up being better at all of this than him. but dave knows at least that he's not so terrible an actor he won't have it together by the time the sun comes up, a little distant and more closed off but the cracks papered over. it's a comforting thought, and he imagines yuri would yell at him for thinking it. he thinks about yuri most when yuri would be upset with him; that's probably stupid.
but john says something else and dave glances over. ]
...Yeah, sure. I'll go to bed when I'm tired. [ knowing full well he won't get tired when he's obsessing over something that feels like a mundane sort of resigned doom (and that's stupid, and he knows it's stupid, and he hates himself for that), but waiting for john to shift locations first, assuming it'll happen sooner rather than later. then the plan is, what? stare at the ceiling in bed until morning?
if john doesn't move he'll eventually shut down his laptop anyway and perch on the very edge of the bed rather than pressed up against john or the wall as he usually does, but he won't ask or tell john to move. ]
[Yeah he’s fully aware the situation is fucked up and that there’s a lot that isn’t being said but he can’t push and he doesn’t even know where to begin. Dave agreed and he almost feels bad, but this has to be the right thing to do, right? Still...it’s a hard balance. Dave stays awake and John lays in his bed playing with the cat and eventually finds himself keeping his eyes closed and falling asleep. He feels the bed dip when Dave finally joins him, but he also notices the distance between them.
Part of him thinks he should just leave Dave alone, but he also doesn’t want the walls to go back up. Not when they’ve made progress. So okay. Dave doesn’t move closer or anything but John shifts, loosely draping an ankle over one of Dave’s and letting his fist twine into the fabric of Dave’s shirt just as loosely. That’ll have to do, hopefully. At least until this can be fixed someday.]
[ dave tenses for a second before he forces himself to relax, choosing to give way. he doesn’t move away and he doesn’t move closer, but he lies there awake until he can reasonably go off to class or work and doesn’t bring sunday up again in any capacity. by the end of the second he’ll proceed like he had done, probably weirdly quiet around bedtime to see what john does every night but simply falling into step with whatever the hell after, not visibly tense. so it’s fine and whatever walls go up, dave will do his best to make the distance imperceptible or die trying, but yeah. ]
[Then yeah I guess Dave gets to deal with John keeping a grip on his shirt all night but he doesn’t bring it up. He brings nothing about Sunday up again and he finds himself falling into the pattern of either crashing in Dave’s bed himself or coercing Dave to crash into his. It’s fine. Nothing about this is awful or weird but here we are. Good luck kids, you will need it. ]
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[ MAYBE NEEDS MORE DETAIL THERE, DAVE. ]
Also, strawberry 'cause he's dumb about what fruit is best, I guess.
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eventually this will produce this video and also leave dave seated in his computer chair, one knee drawn up to his chest. ]
This, kinda, although like. This isn't sexy, it's just cute.
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Yeah I cannot exactly disagree with you there. Sexy would need something a touch sultry but you could make it work.
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[ he doesn't make any move to go back to his bed, instead flipping tabs and starting to scroll through instagram. ]
It'll be somethin' to do. You don't have to help if you don't want, but if you want to you can.
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It could be funny actually so...sure. I still think it is one of the weirdest things I have ever heard, but why not?
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[ he sounds a little distracted as he scrolls, but it's not hard to keep up the conversation anyway. his right hand taps out a nervous beat on his knee as he likes a few images seemingly at random. ]
And I don't make a habit of askin' people about their seduction plans. I'm 99% sure it's some kinda gambit to annoy someone else at its base anyway.
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We can do that Sunday before I go to Ayano's, too.
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[ he does not specify which job but he rarely does, whoops. instagram is navigated away from and he checks his website, firing off a few one-handed responses. ]
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[ his website is closed to flip to twitter. how many social media sites is he going to filter through, here. ]
I wouldn't've asked if I didn't want you to help out, that would be stupid. Although I wasn't sure you'd be interested at all since it is pretty dumb.
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I like working on projects with you, but that is not what I was talking about. I meant the other thing.
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[ said perfectly calmly with the full weight of specific truth as he scrolls through twitter and eventually exits to tumblr. ]
That's sort of hard to impossible.
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[...Dave stopped petting his hair and relaxing and physically put space between them so he could do something else and John's not ignorant enough to ignore what that means.]
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[ mildly, and yeah, that all meant something but dave isn't willing to admit it. ]
I'll go to the thing, okay? You were both right. I've been prepared for that for months. So you don't have to think about it.
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Okay. Cool. We will figure out the rest about that later and it probably will not take that long, then you and I can work on stuff for a while until you go to work and I head to Ayano's. That sounds fair to me.
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[ and that's apparently all dave has to say to that, eyes still locked on his computer screen rather than john and mewpac. he probably intends to just sit up for the rest of the night at this rate, uneasy even in capitulation. ]
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He got Dave to agree which is a big step. On the other hand, it's also something that's probably not easy.]
Okay. [And then there's a beat.] Don't stay up too late? [He doesn't know how to phrase it as "come back to bed" without it seeming strange and overcompensating, but he's also not moving to his own bed either.] Mewpac stays up forever when you're up.
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the has to be some other dave who ended up being better at all of this than him. but dave knows at least that he's not so terrible an actor he won't have it together by the time the sun comes up, a little distant and more closed off but the cracks papered over. it's a comforting thought, and he imagines yuri would yell at him for thinking it. he thinks about yuri most when yuri would be upset with him; that's probably stupid.
but john says something else and dave glances over. ]
...Yeah, sure. I'll go to bed when I'm tired. [ knowing full well he won't get tired when he's obsessing over something that feels like a mundane sort of resigned doom (and that's stupid, and he knows it's stupid, and he hates himself for that), but waiting for john to shift locations first, assuming it'll happen sooner rather than later. then the plan is, what? stare at the ceiling in bed until morning?
if john doesn't move he'll eventually shut down his laptop anyway and perch on the very edge of the bed rather than pressed up against john or the wall as he usually does, but he won't ask or tell john to move. ]
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Part of him thinks he should just leave Dave alone, but he also doesn’t want the walls to go back up. Not when they’ve made progress. So okay. Dave doesn’t move closer or anything but John shifts, loosely draping an ankle over one of Dave’s and letting his fist twine into the fabric of Dave’s shirt just as loosely. That’ll have to do, hopefully. At least until this can be fixed someday.]
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