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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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[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.

[parodeity]

The conga is like, bottom tier line dance.

[windeity]

I don't even know anything about dancing and I have to kind of agree. Dave's the dance expert though so don't take my word on stuff.

[robitussin]

[She pauses, raising her eyebrows slightly at Dave.]

Dance expert, huh? Definitely wouldn't have expected that from you.

[parodeity]

I've been taking it since I was a kid. [ a shrug. ] In this life, anyway. Wouldn't have had the chance in the other, though I probs would've liked it.

WHY DIDNT ANYONE TELL ME IT WAS MY TURN, OOPS...

[windeity]

We were all kind of tied up with other stuff back then...but he's also a good teacher. It's kind of not what I expected either but at the same time it makes sense. Kind of like you being a pianist also makes sense.