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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]

Stop using Chiyo's nickname on me, that doesn't work. And it's not that I don't have taste! It's just that I do not think most people think of Cyndi Lauper when it comes to Christmas. Right? [Nat, back him up here.]

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Well. I've literally never heard that song, so in order for me to form a solid opinion, I think we all know what needs to happen.

[Please serenade her??]

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Whatever you want, darlin’. [ he flips nicknames with a low, slow drawl so enjoy that, i guess. to Natalie: ] Want to trade places, then?

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What happened to being on my side? [Glad that John's plans are blowing up in his face, but sure, go ahead and swap, guys.]

[robitussin]

Sure thing.

[She shifts away from the keyboard so Dave can get there, moving to where he's standing.]

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My side has better benefits. [ and he’ll go to take natalie’s place, automatically placing his hands on the keyboard. ] Well, John?

[ you lead. ]

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Lame. [He sticks out his tongue, but okay what if he just starts playing the opening for Christmas Conga?] You're lucky I actually know the music for this.

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[Even hearing the opening melody is enough to make her softly put a few fingers over her mouth.]

Oh, no.

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Please, as if you can’t play pretty much any song I’ve ever thrown your way.

[ dave starts to follow along, then grins. ]

I wish you joy that never ends...

[ his voice continues to be actually excellent even when he chooses stupidity so there’s that ]

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[And this is how John Egbert spontaneously combusted.]

Happy times with all your friends--

[But yeah, Dave's not wrong, John seems to be able to play along.]

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[She stays silent for the time being and just listens to the two of them, though the banter does get her to grin a little.]

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[ is it. dave can help make things worse always and so he swings his hip into john’s annoyingly to set up: ]

Come on and hold my hips a little longer.

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[That actually gets him to laugh a little so the next line's a little jumbled.]

As we do the Christmas Conga. [There's a pause.] I'm not saying "bonga" on repeat. [Mostly because he can't even say it the first time without cracking up.]

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You should absolutely say bonga on repeat.

[Natalie, no.]

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She’s right, dude, it’s your line? You have to Bonga Bonga for us. It’s the law.

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I will bonga you right into the snow. [Yeah he can't take this seriously.] Bonga, bonga, bonga, bonga, do the Christmas Conga~

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[The more times he says bonga, the more delighted she looks?? But other than that she's falling silent again to listen.]

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I will bonga you right back, babe. [ what does that even MEAN, dave. (it probably means shoving snow down john's shirt if he shoves dave into the snow ever) ] The old white tree still looks good - and Grandma's angels got me thinkin' -

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Don't even start. [Don't shove snow in his shirt wtf. But he grins at Dave first before he glances back at Natalie, apparently still getting into it as they play along.]

String up the new lights, brighten the cold nights, and get those baubles blinking...

Hey, do you think this counts as caroling even though my partner changed?

[robitussin]

Nice euphemism.

[That is absolutely the way she should be interpreting 'I will bonga you right back'.]

Also, probably.

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Christmas euphemisms are surprisingly easy? [ sounding ABSOLUTELY DELIGHTED and totally losing track of the song to discuss this very important topic. ] Although really you can make most things into euphemisms if you say 'em right and master eyebrow waggles or like, looks. Like, deck her halls? Jingle his bells. Jolly those hollies.

[ he will apparently go on listing all of these if not stopped. ]

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[INTERNAL SHRIEKING INTENSIFYING? This was easier when he wasn't sort of dumbly affectionate toward Dave Strider and he's playing...but there's a tiny smile as the wind harmlessly picks up and blows a bit of snow in Natalie's direction. Nobody can prove it was him, goodbye. Snow would blow toward Dave but instead he's using his foot to push at him while he plays.]

He used "his bells will get jingled" on Yu yesterday after devolving into talking about Christmas BDSM. And just because it's a euphemism for him...what the hell is a bonga anyway?

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Riding her sleigh, rocking around his Christmas tree...

[She says, before she snow is flying at her, apparently. This is fine. As she tries to brush it off:]

How would I know what a bonga is?

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Playing those reindeer games?

[ also he just nudges john's foot back with his own. ]

Wanna make this a not-so-silent night? [ stop ] Also I maintain my stance that caroling is holiday BDSM and a Bonga is a musician or a made up word. Like, literally there is a musician of that name. Last name, but.

[windeity]

I was a good boy this year. What did I do to receive the punishment of you two actually being friends? [He's grinning thought because he's delighted as fuck about this chain of events.] You're forgetting the obvious "white Christmas" and stuffing her stocking jokes but I'm putting the cap on euphemisms. Probably.