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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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i didnt even have to give the professor a lapdance
i actually studied
crossed my ts and dotted my is
etc

and no it isnt about being caught off guard
or it is
but i only really dislike specific types of surprises
i dont really care about a spontaneous itinerary i guess

ok

[windeity]

you could have.

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but hey, good job, we are in college and studying is important!
way to go champ, etc etc.
anyway yeah. okay. one spontaneous probably predictable but still fun itinerary coming up.
see you in five. meet you downstairs.

[parodeity]

[ EXCUSE ME WHAT WAS THAT.

the two options are ignore it or take refuge in humor, so. ]

excuse me are you casting doubt on my scholastic aspirations by implying that i would need to give the instructor a lapdance in order to succeed
i know im blond and hot but these are stereotypes and if we are abiding by these stereotypes youre sleeping on a couch we do not have tonight honey
because i am a goaloriented career girl
or i mean i could be
if i gave half a fuck
which i admittedly dont
but i object to being objectified
probably

[windeity]

[The woes of being eighteen and curious.]

sorry princess, my bad.
i am just saying.

[He's not finishing that thought which is actually even worse than if he finished his thought.]

don't worry, you are young and bluhbluhbluh. your aspirations and dreams will show up probably in your junior year.
but if you are really opposed then i guess i can sleep in the doghouse tonight.
are you coming down or not?

[parodeity]

youre in the doghouse

[ crime: frustrating Dave Strider like a lot ]

that tipped you in while you were previously only teetering
although obviously any lap dances i give are worthy of like a six point o gpa

ill meet you out front i was never upstairs to start with

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whoops.
so anyway i will see you outside then.

[LETS! STOP! TALKING ABOUT LAP DANCES.

True to his word though John will be idling in front of the building in his car and waiting for Dave.]

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[ fun fact: dave never answered the question about whether or not he was working. so this is the tail end of a loop, come back to "make time" like he said he would, and he's maybe a little tired for it but dave's used to that feeling in the back of his mind and it doesn't really show on his face.

today's sweater is this and he lets himself into the car to slide in? ]

[windeity]

[Dave why. John's about to reach over and open the door but Dave gets to it first, so John's only response is to laugh at the sweater as he leans back in the driver's seat. Today's soundtrack is something Dave might have already heard in another form but his phone's geared up to start playing the songs Dave sent him.]

I am so ready for break. [And that's about all he says as he waits for Dave to buckle up before he begins driving out to Viea Village. He almost seems normal, too, save for the very faint flush over his cheeks.]

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You're gonna want to do kitschy shit the entire time, aren't you?

[ there's zero judgement in the tone despite the words, so. he slouches back in his seat, eyes shut behind his shades as they drive, prepping for the whole BEING COLD experience to come. ]

[windeity]

Not the entire time. [Just most of the time.] I picked up some more shifts at the mall as Santa though and you did say we could decorate tomorrow. [He's also leaning over just a little bit to turn up the heater a notch.] Maybe this counts as kitschy though.

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Maybe?

[ it's kitschy. doesn't mean dave dislikes it, since he likes kitschy, BUT IT IS... ]

We can still decorate even though you're still sleeping on the couch. [ by which he means probably in john's bed while dave sleeps in his bed??? it's probably impossible to tell if dave is being serious or not. ]

[windeity]

Maybe. [But he grins anyway.] Come on, honey, don't be like that. I promise I will make it up to you.

[Likewise it's also hard to tell if John's being serious or not but. John's John.]

[parodeity]

Promises mean absolutely nothin' in the long run, darlin'. [ i.e.: prove it.

this would be easier if he could be bribed into compliance with aj but that move doesn't currently work oops ]

[windeity]

You don't believe me? [At leasts the drive's somewhat short.] I am hurt, Dave.

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I mean, you actually have to make it up to me. [ h o w ]

[windeity]

[A pause.]

Okay. I can do that. [Can you, John? He doesn't know exactly what Dave's thinking or anything but he's hardly fussed about it. He just plans on doing it.

Eventually though they park at the beginning of the walking tour where there's a stand selling cookies and hot cider and hot chocolate and John looks over at him again.] Ready?

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[ good luck john when does dave even know the specifics of what he wants usually! like he kind of does now sort of but. he sighs and nods, unbuckling and then opening the door before john can get to it just...to avoid...john leaning over him rn because too close and flustered. ]

Yep. Do we need to buy tickets or anything? I've never been on this one.

[windeity]

[He's not pouting, you're pouting. But Dave gets his own door and John lets him, smoothly sliding out of the car and heading for Dave's side.]

No. This one's free, they run solely on donations. [He nods to the concessions stand.] ...taste is still fucked, but. [He raises his eyebrows. Cider? Hot chocolate? Anything?]

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Are the concessions part of the donation? [ like he won't eat anything probably but a hot drink to hold in his hands would keep them warm so he'll consider that as he shuts the car door, brushing some of his bangs to the side. ]

[windeity]

Yeah. [He's already heading that way anyway.] When I came by earlier they had a bunch of stuff like brownies and little tarts and stuff, too. And coffee, I think. It's part of some neighborhood program this particular block does, it's kind of nice.

[parodeity]

You sound like you're planning to settle down here, dude. [ to get...cider, dave guesses, even tho it's bittersweet to have that... ]

[windeity]

[He shrugs and without saying anything to Dave he orders two ciders and promptly overpays to leave a few extra dollars before holding one of the cups out to Dave.]

I just like this kind of thing. That's all.

[parodeity]

Didn't you just break one of our agreements?

[ he's taking the cup anyway but ]

[windeity]

No. You locked me out of coffee, not cider. [There's a devious grin because hahaha.] Shall we?

[...he seems to be looking at Dave's hands for a minute before he tentatively holds one out? Like if Dave wants to hold his cider to warm his hands up, fine, but.]