[He's doing his best. But he follows Dave to his own car and slides into the passenger seat, grinning slightly instead.]
Next term? I am pretty done with math for this one and I think by switching majors I get to avoid a lot of it. But whatever math I do end up with I will need your help, yes.
Music is about counting, dummy. I know I cannot avoid it forever but if I never have to see another overly elaborate equation ever again it will still be too soon. My hero. Where would I be without you? [But yeah, okay, he buckles up and leans back into the seat. The drive's short at least.]
I am still ironing out my schedule for next term but I will let you know what form of torture I end up with.
Do we have room for it with all of the Halloween decorations and art you keep bringing home? [He's teasing, clearly, but also Dave why are you this way.] I can look for one later.
Good point. We can find one. And what did he do? [He’s trying to keep up the conversation but it’s also clear he’s going to immediately fall asleep when they get home.]
Sbahj watercolor painting. [ dave will nag john out of his formalwear and into pajamas at least despite the fact john let him sleep in jeans drunk. ] I got a shocking amount of artwork as gifts.
You know a lot of artists. Is it really that surprising? [To be fair sleeping in formalwear is probably worse than jeans but he will appreciate that. ]
Artists who know the way to my heart. [ bad fanart...or good fanart of bad comics? his lips twitch. ] Though I’m pretty sure some of them are desperately trying not to give real opinions on my artwork.
Don’t want ‘em anyway. [ he’s fine sucking? his artistic talents lie elsewhere and maybe he doesn’t have to be the best. dave’s fingers drum out some invisible and unrecognizable beat on the steering wheel as he eventually pulls into the area of john’s usual parking job. ]
SBaHJ would lose its charm if you did. [But they’re parked and out of habit John leans over to open Dave’s door. So. The driver door this time. But he’s making an attempt.]
[Apparently he just likes doing these things for Dave and he leans back to get out and lock up the car, holding out his hand. He might be asking for his keys or for Dave's hand, he's not saying.]
I read it now, don't I? And I definitely read it in our past life so I think that is like, mega friendship levels.
Now that just sounds like an insult? [ he deposits the keys in john's hand since he figures that's what john is asking for and dave doesn't like to. assume. about handholding even if he'd clung when they'd went ice skating the second john took his hand. ] I think I am definitely offended and I'm tellin' Rose you're a cad.
A cad? Guy who behaves dishonorably towards women, I think? [ i.e. INSULTING their art skills immediately after dave acknowledged his skills sucked, anyway. ] And yep, sorry, you're definitely at the bottom of the friendlist now. My offense knows no bounds.
I've heard of it but I never knew what that meant. [They're up in their room by now at least and John's immediately stripping out of his jacket, carefully undoing his cuff links to put somewhere safe.] And if I am at the bottom of the friendlist now I guess that means I will sleep by myself tonight.
That's up to you. [ dave doesn't immediately start changing but instead feeds the cat dinner. ] I can always call up the top of the friendlist instead, obviously.
Don't be a jerk. [He's mostly teasing and while Dave's feeding their cat John's. Sort of making an attempt to change and throw on something resembling pajamas before laying on his bed.] Who would that even be anyway?
I am allowed to use your own moves against you? [ once the cat is fed he will take off the cardigan and then start cycling out of his suit into actually pajamas. ]
And that's a secret. I can't go around giving out other people's rankings.
They're not my moves if you are using them too. [Thank god the cardigan goes away. But he's doing his best not to watch him and instead shuts his eyes.] Anyway I have to know who I have to fight for your honor and stuff.
Okay it's a fight for my honor then. [What is he even talking about anymore. Even with his eyes closed he does at least crack one up to sneak a peek since Dave is still Dave.]
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Next term? I am pretty done with math for this one and I think by switching majors I get to avoid a lot of it. But whatever math I do end up with I will need your help, yes.
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[ but okay good. he buckles in and waits for john to do the same before he'll start up the car. ]
Luckily I will probably not let you flounder. [ dave you literally just expressed an exasperated desire to help john with his math homework which is
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but it was bothering him john kept not letting him ]
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I am still ironing out my schedule for next term but I will let you know what form of torture I end up with.
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[ than just
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Are you saying you wouldn’t read it if I learned to draw? Weak friendship level.
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I read it now, don't I? And I definitely read it in our past life so I think that is like, mega friendship levels.
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[...please don't make him do that, Dave.]
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[ like he's not gonna, but. ]
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And that's a secret. I can't go around giving out other people's rankings.
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[ the jacket comes off, then his tie, the cufflinks and then the shirt, replaced with something older and softer and long-sleeved. ]
And the answer's still no. It'll keep you on your toes.
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Remind me why I like you again?
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