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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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[parodeity]

[ 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?

[parodeity]

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

[windeity]

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.

[parodeity]

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

[windeity]

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.

[parodeity]

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

[windeity]

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?

[parodeity]

You’d totally shoot your eye out.

[windeity]

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.]

[parodeity]

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 ]

[windeity]

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 ]

[windeity]

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.

[parodeity]

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?

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Well. At least I have zero interest in leading you astray. [ though once theyre at the door he will detach from john to go inside and pet their poor abandoned neglected cat, whom they never fed a day in her life ever. ]

[windeity]

Duh. Why do you think I trust you with my life? [The cat immediately has Dave's attention and he doesn't mind seeing how he's moving to change into his pajamas and cut up apples and such.] I've always known that.

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[ he feeds the STARVING!!! cat and goes to change into his own pajamas. ]

Joke's on you if I ever change my mind? [ he won't. ]

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Wouldn't be the first time I ended up getting lead astray by someone I cared about. But I'm still pretty sure I would not regret it anyway. Where does that leave us? [He's changed into pajama pants and a t-shirt before he starts rummaging around his movie collection for the selected film.]

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...Who knows. [ he'll just head for the bed. ]