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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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[windeity]

[The gloves are in his hands and it's probably a little weird for Dave since John's eyes are far more expressive now that the color's back. Currently they flicker between annoyed and then mildly hurt and then frustrated before he relaxes and shrugs, turning away to also look out the windshield.]

I was asking if I said something wrong and you agreed to that, but I guess that is not my business either. Sorry I asked.

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[ - cool, great job strider, and his hand twitches like he's going to reach out again and there's like five different things he wants to do and all of them are bad ideas and it's a race to see which gets picked first. and the first thing out of his mouth isn't even any of those, but an entirely different bad idea that he has to commit to because he says it: ]

I can walk back. [ blurted out without thinking, because holy shit he wants to not be in this car. or wait, they have to go...ninja. right. when was the last time dave actually slept. ] To the...meeting thing. Nice day.

[ ...it's cold. ]

I can walk there. [ before he says something worse, or before he actually reaches out to touch john, or before - well, it can't be before he completely ruins his friendship, dave's pretty sure he's kind of checked that off the to do list already, but at least he can avoid sitting around lingering in the moment? he's already opening the door again, half-frantic to be moving and gone. ] I didn't. Hear whatever you said, you're - I was - sorry. Bye?

[ what if he just jumps out of the car and absconds instead of dealing like a mature adult completely ignoring the fact this is pointless if he's just meeting up with john. immediately after this. fuck his life!! ]

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[Oh god okay haha what no let's not? Dave opens the door and John's hand immediately flies out to wrap around Dave's free wrist so he can't go anywhere.]

Wait! [...well great, now what? What the fuck, this is stupid and he's even more confused and he has to wonder if this has to do with things said in the psych ward or if they're both just fucking crazy or what's even going on because--]

You'll freeze. I'm not letting you walk, are you crazy? [He's trying not to sound annoyed but he's tired and still frustrated and he's pretty sure the universe is trying to push every button he has. He doesn't let go.] What's going on?

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[ is it the universe or is it dave strider pushing those buttons, though.

dave freezes when john grabs his wrist but he doesn't even remotely struggle, just kind of staring at his wrist and then over at john, and this time there's visible surprise on his face. sort of. if very barely parted lips qualify as "visible surprise".

he completely misses what the fuck john says, again, and guesses at random: ]

...Yes? [ why doesn't he just admit he didn't catch any of that, again. dave licks his lips, and why is the door open now john isn't wrong about freezing. ] I. Okay, I didn't hear any of that either, what?

[ at least this time he was distracted by actual contact when he's avoided it since wednesday rather than "wow john has really blue eyes", that's. better somehow. ]

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[Porque no los dos?

Still, he's keeping his grip firm on Dave's wrist and he's not bothering to let up because he's very confused, as usual, and Dave admits he wasn't listening and he's going pause for a moment.]

...close the door, dude. [He's apparently not saying anything until then. He's still unaware of what the real issue is, and he has zero idea the contact's doing anything either.]

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[ for a wonder dave complies immediately? so the contact is probably doing something because he's holding his arm still even as he does. that. shutting the door. he still kind of wants to run the fuck away but he won't as long as john is touching him because he's weak.

...then he can just go back to staring at john, sure. it's cool how it's impossible to see if his eyes are wide ever, because he wears his shades 24/7. ]

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[Cool, so Dave can see that John also looks worried as fuck because??? What the hell is going on here?]

Dave, I think maybe you need to go home and get some sleep. You are starting to freak me out a little. [He's still holding Dave's arm and he's staring at him but also:] I don't want you hurting yourself when we're training with the girls.

[Or, like, Dave can explain what the hell his deal is. But whatever.]

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[ this time he actually listens. please do not mind dave strider having a Moment, he's. fine probably. ]

I won't hurt myself. I've trained on way less sleep than this. [ apparently we are still protesting sleep even if dave is willing to just sit here quietly as long as john's holding his wrist in place? ]

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Okay like. That is probably true because you are sort of insane that way, I get it, but that does not change anything I said? [In that Dave's still freaking him out. Without thinking, his thumb's also starting to move on the inside of Dave's wrist.]

When was the last time you slept? Actually slept for more than an hour or something.

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[ yeah, okay, cool. there's a shiver but dave doesn't pull away, still. he automatically leans in towards john like he usually used to when john spoke to him, angling himself towards rather than away. ]

Uh. Tuesday? [ but tuesday was longer than a few days ago for him if he counts loops. he doesn't volunteer that information, but basically saying the day rather than the hour count is...way better sounding.

still sounds terrible! but it's better sounding. ]

[windeity]

[Still clueless. Still just doing this. Still, it's progress (sort of) and at least Dave isn't trying to jump out of the car or anything so John will continue with what he's doing and trying to figure out what the fuck is up.]

And you know it's Saturday, right? [Tuesday was a while ago!!!]

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I always know when I am. [ said like "duh". still actually staying in place very docile for the moment, wry tone aside. ]

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[It's only because Dave says that that John gets his next idea, and his free hand comes up to grab Dave by the chin and more or less force him to look him in the eyes.]

Let's try again. How many hours has it been since you slept?

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[ okay. that's...unfair. stop making him look into john's eyes. dave's perfectly well aware that he actually finds john egbert attractive and this doesn't help. he is also perfectly well aware john isn't going to like his answer to that particular question and that is the more unfair part.

he swallows, and tries to stall. ]

...Are you insisting catnaps don't count?

[ because he'll answer, but. ]

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[John continues to remain oblivious to that part but it probably helps he's having his own crisis over stuff. As it is, Dave says that and his eyebrows raise, expression flat and unhappy but he's attempting to be patient.]

Not even close.

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[ nnnngh okay he knows he's fucked so he just cops to it reluctantly: ]

...One hundred thirteen hours, twenty-seven minutes, forty-nine seconds.

[ catnaps included since john decided they don't count.

it is so stupid how calming he finds john holding his wrist and his damn chin and it's the contact more than anything else that he finds calming but. why. god. ]

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[He has no idea it's actually helping that much but Dave's answering his questions and that's good enough. However, the answer isn't great and he looks a little less than thrilled by it.]

So that's like almost five whole days. Why aren't you sleeping?

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Historically speaking this is more accurate to my general sleep schedule than it isn't.

[ ...not untrue! sometimes he just goes however long without sleep because he doesn't feel like having nightmares, and then crashes or naps eventually along the way. ]

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[So what if the hand on Dave's chin just starts moving so Dave's head shakes back and forth slowly.]

I know that but that was definitely not an answer to my question.

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[ it nets an annoyed sound but dave still isn't actually struggling to shove john off? ]

My sleep schedule reverted to normal, that's pretty much an answer?

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Well your sleep schedule sucks. [Matter-of-fact as usual.] I am a scientist, Dave. Do we really need to go over what a lack of sleep does to the body and stuff?

[Say no, he's not an actual scientist.]

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Your science grades fuckin' suck [ he assumes. ] and your sleep schedule ain't much better, Mr. high and mighty?

[ ...........like

anyone's sleep schedule is at least marginally better than dave's since he abuses time travel when he messes his up but ]

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You don't know what my grades are like! And shut up, my sleep schedule is totally fine. [Maybe not lately but better than Dave's.] You were doing better. What happened?

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Tell me I'm wrong about your grades.

[ raising one eyebrow WHY IS HE IGNORING THE REST FOR NOW... ]

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[!!!!]

My grades. Are fine. [He's very firm about that for some stupid reason.]