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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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Yeah? Well, I’ve done dance all my life. [ ...how is that related ] And I’m a decent reverse engineer.

[windeity]

Good on your feet, good with your hands. I think I get it. Consider me lucky then. [He finally turns his head out of the pillow to face Dave as best as he can.] You're my favorite person, I hope you know that.

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[ sometimes he does? other times he gets insecure. for the moment dave breaks his own quiet rule about not kissing john in bed, a weirdly polite and cautious thing, to lean down and drop a kiss to the corner of john’s mouth, too fleeting. ]

Flattery will probably get me to keep this up, smart guy.

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[A quiet laugh but he watches Dave anyway through half-lidded eyes.]

Good to know what may or may not work. It feels really good though...is that a hint I should maybe flatter you more?

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Nah. It’s not actually sincere if you nag for it. Do you want to delay Christmas and go back to sleep?

[windeity]

It's not nagging, dumbass. And noooo. I want to do Christmas things but I really like your hands. I'm not actually sleepy.

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I mean, you do realize we can pick this up whenever? I’m at your disposal for back rubs. [ it doesn’t bother him. ]

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Later tonight then or we're not going to go anywhere and that would suck. [He turns though, carefully laying on his back and wrapping his arms around Dave's back and waist to pull him down a little.]

I'll try to ask more, okay?

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[ dave lets himself be pulled, but he braces himself on his hands so it’s not all the way. ]

Up to you. Do you want to do presents or breakfast or something, then?

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[A slight frown but he says nothing about it.]

Presents and breakfast? Are you hungry at all?

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No. Do you plan to eat if I don’t? [ he is all about john eating?? ] But no I'm fine until like lunch maybe.

[windeity]

Maybe just some cereal. Christmas doesn't have to be a huge deal for breakfast, we can do lunch or something together instead. [Even if Dave isn't laying on him he's keeping his hands there, thumb rubbing a slow circle at his hip.] So presents, I guess.

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[ since he stopped the laying from occurring guess he’s just sitting on john. he’d worry more if he weighed more. ]

Cool. Did we hide any more presents for Mewpac?

[windeity]

I think there's one or two more presents under the tree for her. That's kind of like hiding them isn't it?

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...want to get up and do the christmas present time then? And then I will make you cereal. [ clearly high chef talents

he made john scrambled eggs once but hasn’t bothered since... ]

[windeity]

Not a bad idea. Am I playing Santa in the meantime? [He's working on sitting up at least.]

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Kinda feel like you’ll make fun of me if I ask any of the questions that immediately come to mind, so sure. [ is john letting dave dislodge first or is he just sitting up while dave is half sitting on him and half hovering how stupid is this ]

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It's Christmas. I'm probably not going to make fun of you. [No he's definitely sitting up while Dave's half-sitting on him. John doesn't give a shit apparently.] What came to mind?

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[ john for fuck's sake. dave transfers his hands from the bed to john's shoulders so he doesn't lose his balance, but doesn't voice a complaint even if he has to shift to accommodate. ]

No way. I am not telling you. Maybe next year. What does playing Santa entail here, exactly? Are you going to sort the presents and hand them around?

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Next year is like a year away. [Thanks John.] But yes, something like that. That's what Santa does, doesn't he? [And a Santa hat comes out of his sylladex and lands on his head.]

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You keep promising we'll be around that long. [ ...

there's an irritated groan at the hat though and he drops his head to hide in john's shoulder. that was. 100% what he was going to ask about. ]

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[He doesn't comment on that, but he does laugh as soon as Dave hides his face. There's a shift as he kisses the top of his head even while still laughing to himself.]

Problem?

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I hate you. [ he doesn't, and sliding his hands off of john's shoulders to loop around his neck so he's hanging off him in a hug does not really support this supposed hate. ] What does this make me in this scenario, exactly?

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[He's just giving him a stupidly fond look in response. That really doesn't support the hatred, Dave.]

Mrs. Claus, maybe? [He's snickering anyway.] Or a believer in magic. Take your pick.

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[ can't see his face if he hides it! foolproof. ]

You wish. But anyway. [ he pulls away and slides out of john's grip, feet hitting the floor as he goes to...feed mewpac because the kitten IMMEDIATELY believes that was the reason he got up. ]