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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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[robitussin]

Nice euphemism.

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

Also, probably.

[parodeity]

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. ]

[windeity]

[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?

[robitussin]

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?

[parodeity]

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.

[robitussin]

We're enriching your life, John.

[Or something like that. To Dave:]

Okay, I can stop with the euphemisms for now because I really want to know your reasoning on why caroling is holiday BDSM.

[parodeity]

Yeah, feel enriched, asshole.

[ the romance. he turns his attention back to natalie: ]

I mean, when I explained this the first time I specified it was like bad smutty lit BDSM and like, Shades of Gray, with no understandin' of what it actually is and sometimes without consent. Because like, basically with carols you go and find the first unsuspecting sap to open their door and then they're locked in with you despite maybe not wanting to be, stuck wearing a vapid and desperate smile as you sing Jingle Bell Rock ad nauseum to them, slowly sucking their soul out to sacrifice to the elder holiday gods.

[windeity]

[...yeah he says nothing but he gives Natalie a look that's a cross between "you asked for this" and "can you believe this is what I'm into?" But he's also still playing and switching to some traditional carols now, but he's not singing.]

[robitussin]

[Please give her a few minutes to take all that in.]

That... sure is an explanation.

[parodeity]

I’m totally right. [ glad this is john’s jam somehow ]

[windeity]

This is why we don't encourage to explain very often. [Just a helpful thought! But he's smirking anyway, sorry everybody.]

[robitussin]

I might regret asking just a little bit, in all truth.

[parodeity]

Oh, whatever, Egbert. You know you enjoy my explanations. [ he flips john off, his other hand still playing along on the piano, matching john? ]

[windeity]

[He uses his hand to swat at Dave's even as he plays. I guess they're just playing with one hand each now and syncing up.]

I tolerate them, you mean. But maybe don't scare off our friends?

[robitussin]

You will probably have to try harder than Christmas BDSM to scare me off, probably.

[A shrug.]

But also, I want to hear the end of the bonga song?

[parodeity]

[ - okay, dave falters for some reason but doesn't make clear what tripped him up and it's barely a blip, just a pause where he misses a note and hesitates. it's over before it's started, almost. ]

Chorus again - I wish you joy that never ends - happy times with all your friends.

[windeity]

[There's a pause in his song, too, because he thinks he caught something but it's gone. Maybe later.]

Come on and hold my hips a little longer, as we do the Christmas conga...

Definitely someone else's turn to bonga.

[robitussin]

I don't even know this song, so bonga goes to Dave by default.

[parodeity]

[ YOU SAW NOTHING. ]

Bonga, bonga, bonga, bonga, do the Christmas Conga!

[ zero shame. ]

[windeity]

Annnd I don't remember the rest of the words from here, so! [He does remember the tune though so he can play it out.]

[robitussin]

[She looks towards Dave, smirking.]

I am going to be seriously impressed if you know the whole thing.

[parodeity]

There's only one more verse that ain't the chorus.

[ so: ]

And then we'll put on party hats
As the year comes to a conclusion
Turn on the yule log
Spike up the egg nog
And break those resolutions

[windeity]

[Maybe he just likes hearing Dave sing but he's watching him while he plays out the rest before giving Natalie a vague smile.]

So yeah, this was how that went last night. Now you know about Christmas Conga.

[robitussin]

Well, it's about as awful as I thought it would be. Congratulations.