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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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[ 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.]

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Okay, but try it again with more honesty?

[ or at least let him laser focus on john for any signs of a lie this time around. ]

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This has nothing to do with my grades! Stop changing the subject. [WHY ARE YOU THIS WAY, DAVE?]

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...Are your science grades that bad? [ because he is ]

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I'm passing my classes, it's fine. Seriously, quit it. [Never mind he clearly should just throw Dave out of the car himself.]

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[ okay he clearly wants to ask more??? and is frowning. but john basically told him to shut up, so. he

shuts up ]

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[...]

Dave! [Ugh that was not a "shut up entirely"???] I mean it. What is going on?

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[ "seriously, quit it" will always be taken seriously, john ]

With what? [ the monotone is maybe a little frustrated since he. doesn't know what answer john wants, admittedly, or what's even happening at this point. his right hand raises a little and hovers, uncertain, before he reaches up to grip the wrist of the hand on his jaw. ]

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[He pauses because he takes that as a sign to maybe stop touching him, so his fingers go a bit loose on Dave's face even if he doesn't exactly pull away.]

You. You completely spaced on me and yeah, sometimes you are doing whatever and you talk to yourself and get lost but it has never been this bad. And you're not sleeping and you're acting pretty weird right now.

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[ okay cool that's the opposite of what dave wanted so he does the thing where his breathing goes uneven again and his fingers tighten for a second before he drops his hand, uncertain if he fucked up again or not and waiting for john to pull back. ]

...Those things are entirely unrelated.

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[So much of his life with Dave Strider is reading body language and non-verbal cues that it can be exhausting, but at least he gets what "not breathing" means. So. Dave's breathing goes uneven and John's fingers cup his face again, tentatively brushing against his jaw to see if that changes anything. The fuck, Dave.

(The fuck, John?)]

Then what is it? I am not driving us anywhere until I at least know that part. [...] Please?

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[ well. dave leans into the touch so there's that, even if he absolutely does not reach back out with his right hand on the grounds last time that nearly made john stop. ]

You have really pretty eyes.

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

lmao fuck ]

I mean - that is not what I meant. Not that you don't but I didn't mean to say that - oh my fucking god - [ no can't really save that one??? ] - I just. Have not seen blue eyes in a while.

[ and maybe that is not the portion john wanted an answer for but too bad it's easier than the sleep thing and the first thing to get blurted out when john's like, staring at him still. ]

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[Okay well first of all, it really is like living with two cats because John's pretty sure Mewpac would do the same thing if he pet her under the chin. But second of all.

Well. Second of all. He's just going to be quiet because that sure is a thing and he doesn't quite know how to respond, so he lets Dave fumble for a while and it doesn't really register what he's saying about blue eyes. They're too close, the car's too small, he doesn't want the thoughts currently creeping up in the back of his head and so he picks the easy thing to say.]

Holy fuck, my eyes changed back?

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[ fuck off john's the one who apparently has dave's left wrist in his grasp and the face cradling thing? he initiated half this stupidity. why did he initiate this stupidity.

dave's voice is that devastatingly dry tone he uses when he's being sarcastic (or genuine): ]

Killer weapons locked and reloaded, yeah.

[ that's what he called them to eleanor, like, at the narukami's party because dave is...

dave... ]