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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]

[Someday John will figure it out and promptly yell internally, but for now!!!]

I've thought about it! I'm taking a world music class this semester, too, as one of my electives just to get a better idea of what populates what regions and stuff. I'm hoping it'll be inspiring and stuff.

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[ the list of things dave cannot bring up:
> bro
> john's sexuality and the awkwardness therein
> their monthly anniversary he's going to quietly mark on his own
> "hey write me a love song"
> "you erased a version of me in our past life heads up" ]

I get to hear all of it first off?

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[That is a large list. But alas.]

I never said I'd withhold any of it. You can hear the beginnings, middles and ends. It's kind of a long process unless I'm really focused. [But being really focused means writing enough and ignoring everything else including work and school and Dave himself.]

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[ the hey write me a love song one is STUPID.

dave just looks at john, speculative. ]

I don't mind if you do.

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[Like. Inevitably that'll happen regardless but probably not when Dave expects it. He's not sure what the look's for this time.]

Cool. You will get so sick of my texts with thirty-second samples and everything.

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I think you way underestimate how much I want the texts?

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I know. You always like texts. [He shakes his head and works on finishing his meal.] Then text spam it is. Different genres and different instruments maybe, too.

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Mewpac needs a lullaby.

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Mewpac does, or you do? Does the cat even really like music?

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The cat likes it when I sing to her, I'll have you know. Do you want a lullaby?

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Why not? I think everybody likes having something special just for them.

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So that's a yes?

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Sure. That's a yes.

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...I'll consider it if you're very, very good.

[ or if john is bad, whatever ]

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Thanks, Santa. [He laughs even as he finally finishes his meal and finds himself presented with the check.] I'll look forward to it.

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[ WHOOPS. dave has to finish up eating he's slow. ]

That's assuming you'll be good???

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[Like he wouldn't be content to sit here for literal hours if it meant Dave finished a meal. And yet, he's just making a face.]

Name one time I haven't been on good behavior.

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I heard you were cheatin' in snowball fights.

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[Fuck.]

And who told you that?

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I talk to all the little birdies, babe. I frequently hear about things you said or did through grapevines.

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Oh yeah? What else have you heard about me then, I am just curious.

[How could Natalie betray him like this? Rude.]

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You tell people about the shit I told you about the space trip sometimes. I've heard about that once or twice.

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Wait who told you that? I mean you and Souji posted about it, I thought that was fine?

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I didn't say it wasn't. I've just gotten follow ups on it via "talked about it with a guy named John", although one of 'em had to guess a few J names before I went "must've been John". I've also heard about your ability to fly through various sources? Which, like. I knew. But.

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[SIGH.]

Yeah okay that's. Probably my fault, but whatever. A couple of people asked me to prove the flying thing, a couple of people asked about unreality. Whatever.