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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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[windeity]

Yeah...[He moves then, lightly kicking Dave's foot under the table almost-playfully.] Subject change?

[parodeity]

[ he hooks his foot around john’s ankle and tugs. ]

Usually you have to actually suggest a subject change if you want one. As in, offer one up?

[windeity]

[He jerks forward a little bit he braces himself so he doesn't fall into his food. Thanks Dave.] Did you know apple trees can take up to four years to actually produce fruit?

[parodeity]

[ an unrepentant innocent look. ] That’s a dumb amount of time to wait.

[windeity]

I know right? What if we don't like the house after four years? We'd have to uproot the dumb thing and take it with us.

[parodeity]

[ wait what ]

You want an apple tree? [ wait ] Four years?

[windeity]

[Welcome to the conversation, Dave.]

I think it could be nice? Just a small one in the yard and stuff.

[parodeity]

[ what!!!! ]

You want to live with me four years from now??

[windeity]

Maybe! I mean yes, in theory, I would like to, but a lot can happen in four years. [Like the end of the world?] But it wouldn't be out of disinterest.

[parodeity]

Unless one of the things to happen in four years was disinterest, anyway.

[windeity]

Give me a little credit, huh? I like to think your personality won't change much in those four years.

[parodeity]

...that wasn’t the point. [ but okay, god, whimsical asshole ] Hauling a tree around might be a pain but you can probably handle it.

[windeity]

[Haha it is now, sorry Dave.]

It would just be a little tree, we can get ones that don't grow really tall but still bear fruit. And I have planted trees before, it's not that hard.

[parodeity]

[ what if he just pushes his pasta aside and rests his head on his arms on the table. ]

[windeity]

...are...you okay? [He's rolling his eyes though because what the fuck did he do now.]

[parodeity]

You’re exhausting. [ nothing except be john...dave shifts so his chin is resting on his crossed arms. ] So, what else?

[windeity]

I am not. [There's a tiny smirk though.] We can talk about all of that later, dude, we have time. Finish your pasta and I promise to write you something good tonight.

[parodeity]

That’s the exhausting part. And what do you mean by that? [ music???? ]

[windeity]

What do you think I mean? You like remixing stuff I write, so I will write something for you to play with tonight. It will probably be short though.

[parodeity]

[ it is an unfortunately fair trade...he eyes john for a moment before pulling his pasta back over. ]

You're still exhausting, though.

[windeity]

I like to think it is more like keeping you on your toes instead. [But he's satisfied with that.]

[parodeity]

[ ... ]

That's not really what it is.

[windeity]

You have something else in mind? [He was mostly just screwing around, but he's interested in what Dave has to say.]

[parodeity]

No. However you wanna think of it works fine. [ he takes another bite of pasta. half...of half a plate down so ] Keeping me on my toes can be how we look at it.

[windeity]

...as long as it's not something you think is actually bad.