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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]

[He's moving to drop Dave on his bed eventually but he's immediately joining him so he can cuddle up to him. Apparently they can change into pajamas later.]

Seeing how I remember what the universe looked like when it was broken, forgive me if I have a hard time believing everything about that. I mean I do just because our universe was dumb, but I keep waiting for it to be less dumb.

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[ what if they don't!! but dave just makes sure mewpac isn't jostled off Her Pillow before he curls up into john, still cold and unwilling to move that far away. ]

Don't hold your breath, dude. Even if that might not kill you now?

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[Considering Dave slept in his skinny jeans and John slept in a Santa suit in the last two weeks it's probably fine? Still, Mewpac makes herself comfy and John's arms immediately wind around Dave to warm him up.]

I am not sure I want to test that. But do you think this means I could breathe under water and stuff?

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You can breathe in space.

[ ...SO...MAYBE??? but everyone can breathe in space. ]

I don't know. We could test it, I guess?

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Good point. I don't see why not. It'd be good to know. [Sounds like a good way for John to possibly drown but whatever.] Not right now though.

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I occasionally wish you'd agree to shit like that less readily, but you wouldn't be you if you didn't. [ he snorts. ] So, uh, do you want to pick Saturday's agenda? For the rest of the month.

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I'm choosing to take that as a compliment rather than an insult. [But...] There's what, two Saturdays left in the year? Three? That is a lot of responsibility. But I think I could come up with something. Christmas Eve and New Year's Eve are on Sundays, too.

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Do you care that your weekends at the end of the month are booked?

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[There isn't a verbal reply because he's busy scooting closer to press another gentle kiss to Dave's mouth. So probably not, no.]

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[ ...like okay, cool, he'll kiss back just as gentle and slow for a second before laughing and taking john's glasses off to. set on his desk? ]

You'll still wanna do party shit with everyone, though, so we can when I figure out who the hell is throwin' some.

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[As soon as John's glasses are off his hand comes up to paw at Dave's shades. Those apparently should come off, too?]

Yeah. Be my calendar and figure out what everybody else is planning and I'll make it work.

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[ WHOA. john's wrist pretty flashstep immediately has a hand on it, gripping lightly but firmly even though dave can't seem to. decide what he's doing here. but his reaction to people trying to grab his shades is always pretty automatic. ]

Dude. [ not chiding and not a protest, exactly, but like? ]

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[He doesn't mind but he does raise an eyebrow.]

Dude. [But he'll just kind of squirm a little closer and grin even with his eyes half-closed.] I'll show you mine if you show me yours.

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You’re already showin’ me yours and that sounds dirty. [ but he loosens his grip further. ] They’re too important to grab, okay?

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I know. I'm the one who gave them to you, remember? [And the way he says it indicates that he doesn't think they're important solely because John gave them to him. It's something else.]

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Yeah. So just... [ ummmm. he's taken them off for john all of twice before but it always takes him. a while. to work up to it.

did they turn on the lights or are they in the dark anyway ]

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[John definitely navigated through through the dark and over Dave's mess of cords somehow.]

...you don't have to if you don't want to? I just really like seeing your eyes.

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[ leave his cords out of this!!!!! ]

...that's not it. [ or maybe it is. just. give him a second. he's so used to wearing them all the time the only time he removes them is literally when he has serious conversations lmao...but he very carefully will take them off after a pause of a few minutes, folding them up and letting them fall into his sylladex. ]

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[He doesn't ask. Instead, he's very patient and waits until Dave removes his shades and he leans in a little closer to see him in the dim light of their room from the window.]

...your eyes are still really pretty. Like for a dude. Is it weird to say your eyes are pretty?

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Yours are gorgeous so I don't know if I can say it's weird?

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Don't even start. They're just blue, Dave. [He will have this same argument until his dying day.]

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Bluer than blue. [ STUBBORNLY... ]

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[A snort.] Okay, whatever. [He curls in closer to rest his forehead against Dave's.] ...hey. If I promise to leave the lights low, can we maybe work that into the schedule, too? One night a week without your shades?

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That's such a weird thing to schedule. [ lord. ] ...Which night.

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Fridays after we get home from whatever the fuck? Since Saturdays are ours anyway.