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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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Oh! [Give him a second and a small gift wrapped box drops from his sylladex. ] Here. I forget, does your family exchange presents on Christmas Eve or Christmas Day?

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Day. Are we changing that?

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Not really! But I think this would probably benefit you more now than tomorrow is all. We usually do as least one or two Christmas Eve and then the rest Christmas Day.

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[ ...well okay he’ll open it? dave is apparently one of life’s careful present openers ]

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[Dave got film for his birthday, but for Christmas it's another roll of film plus a larger memory card for his digital. John doesn't seem to care that Dave's careful about present-opening.]

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[ useful. there’s almost a smile and he debates before tossing the digital memory card into his inventory. ]

Cool. This is almost like an invitation?

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You could say that, yes. Wanna bother getting dressed before we head down?

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[ ...he pauses and has to think about this? ummm. ]

...nope. [ no explanation for the eventual conclusion tho ]

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[...:D]

Cool. [He slides out of bed then and shrugs on a hoodie, still in socks and his sweatpants before waiting for Dave to follow.] Come on. Eggs. Breakfast. You don't even have to eat the whole thing.

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Forward of you. [ he doesn't explain that one either, just sliding out of bed and digging up slippers. he was already in a sweater...

just let him grab his camera and he's good to go, although he pauses to pet mewpac. ]

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I think I can be a gentleman on Christmas and whatever. [He's 100% curious what the deal is but he won't ask at the moment. Instead, he's just sliding on his own slippers and heading for the door. Mewpac predictably meows up at Dave as the boys leave and John leads Dave to the kitchen.]

Two eggs okay?

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Which ones? [ he sounds distracted as he checks the settings and then just boosts himself up to sit on he counter. hi this is probably not helpful but whatever ]

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There's only one kind of egg that I have, babe. I meant a two-egg omelette. Is that good? [He doesn't care that Dave's on the counter, he's used to this...]

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Is it? [ but anyway putting aside whatever he's vaguely doing, he just holds his camera up and snaps a shot of john. ] I'll eat whatever you make, hot stuff. I'm not the one with any food allergies?

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[He lets Dave take his picture and he's also waiting and dropping an apron out of his sylladex. Wordlessly putting it on he's grabbing what he needs for a decent breakfast. Eggs, bacon, cheese even if you can't taste it, some green peppers, etc.]

The only allergy I have is peanuts and you know as well as I do that those wouldn't go in an omelette in the first place.

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[ - okay, he laughs. what the fuck john. ]

They might. [ that apron though. dave will just take. more amused snapshots here. ]

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[He flashes a cheesy grin over his shoulder as he starts cracking eggs to mix in a bowl.]

That would be kind of disgusting? Who's the chef here?

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[ do they have to have that talk about santa costumes john threatened him with if dave kind of wants to kiss john. ]

You don't get the title of chef 'till you prove it with your best moves? The jury remains unmoved.

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[MAYBE NOT.]

Is the jury you and guidance from Gordon Ramsey on TV? [He's also turning on the burner to low to warm up the frying pan, tossing in a pat of butter and starting to cut up the peppers.] What would you even consider my best moves?

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Oh, no. I'm not tellin' you. That would ruin all the mystery, and you might rest on your laurels or something.

[ also, that sounds embarrassing,, ]

Obviously I am the judge, jury, and executioner though. [ he just keeps up his casual photography streak ]

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What does that even really mean, Dave? About laurels and stuff. [The bacon also goes in the frying pan to start....frying.] And what happens if I'm not up to snuff besides a lack of a title? Anything else?

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It means if you aren't guessing you may get into a groove, or whatever. Also, you clearly don't get a prize if you're not up to snuff. In fact, you might get a punishment?

[ no. he's making bullshit up to keep talking. ]

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That is a frightening concept. [The bacon fries and he's flipping it and working with the veggies still.] Guess I need to really up my game.

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- Movie picking rights. You'd lose 'em for two weeks.

[ THERE. A PUNISHMENT. ]

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[There's a laugh then.]

That's cruel and unusual, Strider. [The bacon comes out of the pan and he's suddenly...doing a lot to make a bacon, cheese and pepper omelette.] But you're on! I will make the most amazing omelette.