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DAVE STRIDER

consider this your warning about stairs. itll just keep happening bro. im telling you man

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[It’s enchanting and he loves it even as he rushes to make his own eggs while Dave takes his plate. ] Don’t wow me, you know I have a point.

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That wasn't what I was wow-ing. [ or it was, but. he diligently shovels some omelette into his mouth. ]

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Yes I absolutely believe that. [The second omelette is made and he turns off the burner to lean against the counter and eat his own eggs.] What do you think? Stick to pancakes or did these stand up to the test?

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I was wowing your pickup lines? [ and how they always work on him rip...dave talks after a few more bites. ] Why not a variety? You’ve yet to make me anything I don’t like, dude. Your Nanna trainee you well.

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I know, totally lame right? [Hahaha yeah right.] I’m glad though. Dad and Nanna both passed down pretty much everything I know but it’s been a while since I’ve really cooked for somebody else.

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I didn’t say they were lame. [ they kinda are, but. john just gets a curious look as dave methodically works through the omelette. ] When was the last time you cooked for someone until you started making breakfast sometimes?

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Hmm...I used to make breakfast or dinner for Nanna sometimes? Usually on Sundays when we both had the day off. And sometimes I'd make hungover breakfast for my high school friends if I crashed at somebody's house or something...and Vic, sometimes.

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Is hungover breakfast better or worse than this? [ not that he’d let john cook hungover but. ]

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It's probably a little better because grease is supposed to help with the hungover feeling. Supposedly. I think that might have just been an excuse but whatever.

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I mean, is the experience better? [ or maybe that is not what he meant. hm. dave decides he has no idea how to explain his question and just skips to another topic, like he occasionally does after deciding he has no idea how to express himself properly rather than, like, trying to figure out how to do it. ] Soooooo. What are we doing after this, Willy Wonka?

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I like making breakfast for you way better than a couple of hungover jocks. [He's eating meanwhile and debating the answer.]

After this, we should probably get dressed. I want to take you somewhere but it's a surprise. We'll be inside though.

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I like this. [ sudden and clear as mud but he’ll keep eating anyway, watching john thoughtfully. ]

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And I like you so I guess this all evens out a little. [He’s probably eating a little faster than Dave is but that’s by nature of eating like a normal person.]

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I mean, [ it's not super important, maybe, but ] I like that you don't make this all the one way.

[ ALSO RUDE AF RE: FOOD SPEED but deadly accurate also ]

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Well yeah! You are kind of like...it’s different with you. And it’s always been one of those things I want to be special for both of us and not something I can do for just everybody. If that makes sense.

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That's sweet, but not totally what I meant. [ he's eaten about three quarters of the omelette and sets it to the side, pulling his camera up to look at john through the lens. ] I mean...

[ let's try it like a third time here. ]

...I like it when you let me take care of you, and I like the reverse. Is all I wanted to say?

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[Three-fourths is pretty good for Dave all things considered and even while he’s looking at John trough the camera John brightens a little. ]

Oh. I do, too. It’s kind of nice it isn’t one-sided, huh? I know sometimes I need to be better about letting you do the reverse but it makes me happy doing stuff like this. [John doesn’t mind spoiling his friends regardless but he has missed having someone special to spoil, too.]

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You’re not so terrible about it. I mean - you always hand over your keys. [ don’t drive tired dumbass... ] ...and it turns out you basically ask for shit if you get decked.

[ that was amusingly cute. ]

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[His expression goes flat.] Yeah, yeah. My face feels better by the way. But I will get better at asking outside of getting decked in the face. [There’s a grin.] I think that happens when I trust you.

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Come here? [ if john is done eating, anyway. ]

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[The last bite of his omelette disappeared a bit ago, so he raises an eyebrow and wanders closer. ]

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[ this is terrible height wise maybe since dave is still seated on the counter, but he never minds being awkwardly bent and just reaches out to tilt john’s chin up so he can give him another brief kiss. before he pulls away and snaps another picture, apparently planning to keep that up. ]

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[Well excuse you. That picture is probably of John being caught between delight and surprise because he definitely tried to kiss back. Dave pulls away and John looks up at him with a small laugh. ]

Smooth.

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My moves are way smoother than yours, yes. Like creamy peanut butter but less deadly? [ he laughs and lets the camera fall again though and reaches out to pull john over by the collar to just...stand in front of him between his legs on the counter though? and loops his arms loosely over john’s shoulders. ] Thanks for breakfast.

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Wouldn’t that just be regular butter? [His hands test on Dave’s knees and he doesn’t mind being at this level anyway. ] But yeah! I’m glad you liked it? I never mind cooking for you. Ready to head up and get dressed to go out? I promise I won’t even judge tiday’s ugly sweater too hard.