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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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[Basically palm to cheek like he would the cat tbh.]

Isn't it? [Light tone, because he knows Dave just does this automatically and it drives him crazy.] Seriously I'm cooking, so it's up to you.

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[ gay + rude

but he will pull up a stool to sit nearby and half in the way thanks dave. the cat is promptly sorted into his lap. ]

I never said it was a game? [ dave please ] But tell me. I figure it's just pancakes or waffles?

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[John Egbert constantly suffering. But okay, Dave can sit wrapped in John's blanket with their cat and John's busy moving on autopilot like he's done this enough times before.]

We did waffles already soooo pancakes. [He'll also just drop some apples out of his sylladex.] Apple cinnamon pancakes, specifically. [He's not addressing the game thing because Dave please.]

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[ oh suddenly dave is more interested in the food part. wow. ]

Apple pancakes? [ MISSED A WORD THERE BUT ]

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[...if he has to come up with a billion apple recipes to make sure Dave's eating like a normal person, swear to god. But he nods and starts mixing everything to make the batter.]

Apple cinnamon. Unless you don't like cinnamon, then I can probably improvise?

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[ i'm just saying this is about to be the easiest breakfast he's ever cajoled dave into eating. ]

Cinnamon's fine. [ not as fine as APPLES but it tastes good with apples? ] So, like...banana pancakes, but apples.

[ we're going to focus on the apple portion of the phrase still yes ]

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[FFS DAVE...

In response, he hums a few bars while he continues working.]

Yeah, something like that. [A beat.] Stuff I picked up from my dad mostly.

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[ and dave automatically hums harmonization because why the fuck. ]

...Who also liked apples? [ he knows that's not the thing, but dave's a little awkward about how much he can or can't say or ask about john's dad on either side of the scratch, so, ]

[windeity]

[There's a grin because that's fine, music always makes him feel better.]

Yeah, that, too. Dad was always good at figuring out how to mix stuff into new recipes. Before I started working at Nanna's bakery he taught me everything at home. Apples were easy since the pricing on them in the state was pretty good compared to other fruits.

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[ ... ]

Do you mind talkin' about him with me?

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[There's a considering pause as he cracks an egg.]

...no, I guess not. What do you want to know? [And about which version? But he doesn't add that part.]

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...That you don't mind it?

[ there's some confusion here because he straight up didn't plan to ask anything else, he was just...making sure. ]

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No. I don't. I just have never really had anything to say about him, you know? It's never come up.

[Mostly because he avoids it, but little by little he's been okay with it. And he thinks, maybe, he'd be okay with it now.]

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That's the second time in less than twenty-four hours.

[ for what? ]

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What is? [Please explain.]

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You just said another thing to which the only response is "bitch, please".

[ ...

thanks dave. ]

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What are you even talking about? You asked if I minded talking about him and the answer's no.

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Yeah. [ dave reaches out to grip john’s arm. ] But - look at me a sec and tell me that you were bein’ honest when you said you have nothing to say about him or that it’s just never come up with us.

[ because those two statements ring false as fuck. ]

Can you?

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[Well Dave grabbed his arm while he was stirring batter so now that's stopped. He looks at him for a moment before he frowns.]

...okay so maybe it came up and I did not want to talk about it. Things change. Is that better?

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I don’t know? Why did it change?

[ he lets go, anyway, and it’s not exactly what he wants to ask, but. ]

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I don't know. [Not entirely true, but he's back to making food.] It just did? I don't mind now.

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[ dave just stares for a while, chewing his bottom lip. this is why he can’t eat pineapple. eventually: ]

With everyone, or with me specifically?

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...you specifically, I guess. [The batter gets set aside and he's working on the apple and cinnamon blend instead.] It's not that important for anybody else to know anything like that.

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[ there’s more staring this whole cooking for dave thing apparently involves a lot of staring? ]

... [ ........ ] You used to talk about him a lot. Like you’ve started doin’ recently.

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[Stare away, Dave.]

...I assume that's because I used to be close to him back there, too? If I had to guess.