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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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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. ]

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Because I hear it in my head all the time like I was born with it. [It's a stupid answer but he thinks Dave might understand.] Because I think about things and it's inspiration I'd be stupid to ignore?

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Yeah. So, sometimes I see an angle or a color or a slant of light and it’s just - that feeling. Do you get it? It’s just a different kind of music.

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I am pretty sure that is just called art, Dave.[The stove goes on and a frying pan also goes on the stove.] I mean...if you want to take pictures then whatever. You really ought to use your real camera more anyway.

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Which one? I’d use the film one more but it’s kinda hard when I don’t really have a darkroom setup now. I can use the school ones but that’s a pain? Maybe I should find a Polaroid camera. But the digital, yeah, maybe. Dirk made the one I’m usin’ now. So I haven’t, as much, lately.

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Polaroids would be pretty cool. You could string them up on your side of the room and stuff. [But ah. That explains that.] What about just borrowing one of the darkrooms on campus? You could probably sweettalk somebody in the arts department.

[He'll just start making pancakes at this point.]

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Yeah. I'll have to look into trackin' one down. I used to actually have strings of photos that were dryin' and shit in my room?

[ dave talks about dirk like john talks - or talked - about his dad: intermittently and uncertainly. ]

And obviously I could flirt my way into anythin', regardless of what Hasumi thinks. I've actually used theirs once or twice, it's just not...very conducive to developing shit at like, two am or whatever?

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I know. I mean I remember seeing the lines. [He's carefully making sure the pancakes are perfectly round and seems to be very specific about what he's doing. He doesn't bring up Dirk again because he can get that Dave redirects around it.]

I don't know who that is, but you probably could for reasons I do not get sometimes. We could probably set something up in here if you tried.

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In my room in this lifetime, I meant. But yeah, that one. And Keito. Keito Hasumi?

[ dave rolls his eyes. ]

One, it's because I am obviously smokin' in addition to being charming as fuck, two, the dorm's a little small and I don't mind the constant smell of chemicals but you might. And Mewpac. I'd be worried she'd get into the shit.

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Oh. Well obviously I have never been in your room here so I'm assuming. And I actually did not know that was Keito's last name. [Oops.]

One, shut up. But two okay you have a point. I'd be worried about her poisoning herself, too. She's still a baby. [He apparently has nothing to say about chemical smells for himself, so he flips the pancakes in the pan. They probably smell delicious at this point.]

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She also gets into everything, which is a cat thing, but yeah: I wouldn't feel comfortable runnin' a darkroom with her around unless I had a door that locked and more space.

[ it's actually a reasonable concern so SOMETIMES his objections are more nuanced than "this is a nice thing i do not deserve".

he slides his phone out to snap a shot because his camera is not on him, shut up. ]

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Maybe someday then. [He's somehow capable of doing that perfect flip where it lands on the spatula again while he cooks it for a little longer on one side. These pancakes are going to be awesome, and he doesn't notice or care about Dave taking pictures.] I've thought about it some and I really want my own studio space, I think.

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Finally gettin' tired of sharing your workspace with the entire university?

[ there's a hint of amusement but at least he doesn't tell john to flip majors Again. he thinks it, but. ]

It'd probably be good for you. Come to think of it, I've never had any space bigger than one room that was "mine", and I haven't had that here for more than like a year or two. And I don't currently, obviously.

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They keep having to kick me out lately. [He'll probably change majors Someday okay. Still...he's busy sliding a few pancakes on a plate now before he turns to grab a fork and a small bottle of syrup that drops out of his sylladex.]

I like having space to spread out. Obviously I don't mind sharing a room with you but mutual space is okay, too, when it's more than one room. Here, breakfast.

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You need to eat. [ apparently dave will not be eating until john is, annoying asshole that he is. ] ...It's not so much about space for me. I prefer smaller spaces when I can get them but...various ones, with multiple ways in and out, I guess?

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There's still batter left, dummy. I'm making them as fast as I can. [It's said in his usual calm manner as he turns back to begin making another set of pancakes.] So like...I can't think of a good comparison right now, but I think I understand. You just like being able to come and go whenever you want.

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[ the plate is carefully set on the counter and dave will leave them for now. ]

To what degree that's possible, yeah. [ there's something quiet and hidden in how he says that, but. ]

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[It's easier to have this conversation when he's not looking at Dave.]

You usually stay with me though.

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I do.

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

completely fails to explain why, his tone a little strangely quieter, but. ]

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[...

It's hard to say what the fuck he's actually thinking, but he finishes making up two of his own pancakes before taking the pan off of the burner, sliding the pancakes onto a plate and turning off the stove. He stares at the bowl of batter for a minute before he turns back to Dave with a carefully neutral face.]

Put Mewpac down for a sec and come here.

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[ it's weirdly not an expression (lack of expression) he likes seeing on john, which is hilariously hypocritical as fuck. not that dave actually thinks about his poker face much at all at seventeen; it's second nature.

he gently sets the kitten on the ground because she'd do damage to the food on the counter, and slides off the stool to walk over and stand in front of john.

dave raises one eyebrow, prompting john to do whatever. he still has the blanket over his shoulders like a shawl. ]