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DAVE STRIDER

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

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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.

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[ cool he will then? ]

I already told you that one. [ or more properly he’d said that john’s dad would have done anything for him. ]

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Then...yeah. I am not surprised. Are you?

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[ there are a million responses that spring to mind. what he goes with is: ]

I just missed it.

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I didn’t know I used to talk about him so much. I guess it makes sense since he was my guardian but I guess it just never really...[A shrug. ] I miss him still. A lot.

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I didn’t mean just that. [ but he doesn’t clarify. ] ...I want to take a picture of you right now.

[ thanks dave. what he actually does is pet mewpac, though. ]

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Then what? [The mixing slows down.] ...why do you like taking pictures of me doing the dumbest shit?

[The thing is that Dave could if he really wanted to.]

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Reasons. [ he could go in depth but he won’t unless john pursues that, instead swallowing and trying to figure out how to say what he means without upsetting the metaphorical table. it’s a concern he’s had since last month. ]

I meant, I missed bein’ your best friend.

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Reasons. [Please explain, Dave.] ...I’m sorry sometimes I can be a crappy best friend not sharing the important stuff. But yeah. Likewise. It’s kind of like...I feel more like myself when I’m with you and Rose.

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Yes, reasons. [ that’s not asking so he lets himself slide ] You’re not...crappy, I just like when you do. Share things with me you don’t with other people outside of the girls. [ rose and jade, always ] Or being the person you text when you’re bored. Or a million little things. I don’t know.

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What reasons? [TELL HIM THINGS. While he folds apple-cinnamon mixture into the batter.] I share a lot of things with you that I don't bother telling anybody else, actually.

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Like what? [ and yet dave is this way.

- still. ]

I don’t want to forget these moments.

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...somehow I have a feeling you would not forget regardless. [And yet he still doesn't mind Dave taking pictures apparently.] But just...you know, stuff. Like how I absolutely cannot stand being alone for long periods of time.

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It’s not just that. It’s...I don’t know, John, why do you want to write music?

[ it’s that. that impulse. ]