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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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[And there he goes to grab everything including the phone and the dock, leaving Dave to grab the origami. He trusts him to be careful and he's already thinking of where to put them, but he'll patiently wait near the door when he's finished.]

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[ dave is in fact careful but has everything in his dex quickly as he meets john at the door. ]

Home and apparently more stuff?

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Yeah. Don't get too excited, what I have planned for home is a little more lowkey than ballroom dancing. [He holds out his arm to escort Dave again.]

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[ ...he likes the stupid escort stuff so he takes johns arm without complaint. ] Lowkey is always okay with me.

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Cool. I think it'll be nice just to wind down after this anyway. [He has Dave on his arm and he closes the door as they exit, locking the room and they head for the car where he opens the door for him and everything. He's doing his best to be as gentlemanly as possible for some reason and with that he's driving them back to the dorm.]

Footloose next time for sure though, promise.

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[ dave doesn’t even make fun of john for the gentleman moves? wonder of wonders. ] Be sure to tell me if there’s anything you really want to do, will you?

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Everything we've been doing today is stuff I wanted to do. Seriously. Are you worried about that? [Worrier...]

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Yeah, but like. If there is stuff that is more you and less me? [ he isn’t putting it right ]

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The rest of the evening is probably more me and less you if that's any consolation. Seriously, I do not mind doing this kind of stuff. [Once Dave's door is opened for him and they're both settled in the car, John begins to drive back to the dorm.]

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Movies? [ he apparently stopped not guessing ]

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Christmas movies, popcorn and no lights, yeah. Is that okay?

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It's perfect. [ sounds chill enough for him to zone out. ] Apple slices for me instead though?

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You got it. We still have a bunch of apples from the pancakes anyway. But you have to put up with the really shitty Christmas movies. Call it tradition.

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As in it's your usual tradition or I'm supposed to assume it'll be one?

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A little of both? Nanna and I used to watch the classics together...Dad, too, when he lived with us. It's kind of one of the things I figured we'd both be down for to spend the rest of the evening together.

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I’ll watch pretty much anything with you, to my everlasting sorrow. Don’t abuse it. [ or do, whatever. ] What’s up first?

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I promise not to abuse this power. But we can obviously start with a classic? A Christmas Story. It airs for twenty-four hours on TV every year so why not?

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You’d totally shoot your eye out.

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I would not! [But there's a guilty sort of grin because he probably would.] This is why I work with hammerkind though.

[It doesn't take long to get back to the dorm and when they park John's up and moving to open Dave's door and offer his arm again.]

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That's more because a hammer was the only thing you had in the vicinity when you allocated your strife specibus.

[ ...he'll take the arm again ]

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And how do you know that? [He's locking the car and he'll lead him upstairs, already doing a mental inventory of what he has in their room.]

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I remember, obviously. [ hope you like hammers dude ]

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I cannot believe thirteen year old me assumed you were the authority on everything. [But he sounds fond about it like he doesn't mind much.] I mean I said almost as much to bird you so maybe I am not that surprised, but still. Thanks for that.

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Like it stopped at thirteen? [ maybe it did, he doesn’t actually know ] Anyway, comparatively it was true.

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It didn't, actually. [May as well be truthful even as they head upstairs to the room.] Stop, that is. I know it was probably true and it worked out so who even cares?