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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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[ a soft noise. ] ...Maybe someday, if you're good.

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...I'll try then. [And he falls silent to continue massaging back up by Dave's shoulders.]

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Now I feel like I should say "good boy".

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[There's an odd laugh and maybe it's helpful Dave can't see John's face right now.]

Thanks a lot, dude. Do I get a cookie and everything, too?

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[ he raises an eyebrow, trying to determine what kind of odd he just heard. ] You have to earn that shit, Egbert. There's good boy and threre's good boy.

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[Let him die maybe.] What makes you think I can't earn that?

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[ no his shitty cat senses are tingling. it's friday, dave remembers, and with an absent-minded flick of his wrist he sends his shades into his sylladex. dave abruptly turns around, sliding his arms over john's shoulders and examining john's face curiously. this...completely disrupts the backrub in process, but okay. ]

Hmmm. [ he's staring, eyes half-lidded but entirely focused, trying to figure out if he's found something interesting or not. ] Half marks. I suppose it'll do for a start.

[ ...on what. he leans in casual, and says very softly: ]

Good boy. But I think you can do better for me, can't you? [ ???? he's trying to shove china off the cabinet is it working or is he going to get his boyfriend to laugh instead ]

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[If he didn't have control over it, his breath would be caught in his throat by the sudden movement and the sudden appearance of bright red eyes that he's bargained for. He does, however, give Dave a level look as his hands trail down Dave's sides and squeeze at his hips instead.

Laughing isn't exactly what he plans to do, so thanks Dave. Instead, it's a very faint flush and his eyes are a little wider but otherwise he's calm and giving Dave a small grin.]

Maybe. Sounds like I just need to study the material a little more, huh? [...goddamn cat.]

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...You're a kinky little fuck, aren't you. [ at least he sounds amused but also there were better ways to put that probably. dave strider deserves to be thrown out a window. ] Pretty sure that's less a matter of studying and more a matter of doing exactly what you're told.

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[This time there's an alarmed sort of noise and he drives the heel of his hand into Dave's shoulder.] Dude! [But given his response like. Yeah. Basically. He regains control though and he pouts just a little bit, hands gripping tighter around Dave's waist.]

You think so? Depends on who's giving the orders.

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[ STILL REALLY HIGHLY AMUSED: ]

I think we just established you want me to.

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[What if he actually does throw Dave out the window? What if?]

When was that established? I must have missed that memo. [But his fingers are curling and flexing against Dave's hip, so.]

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[ dave has the option to like. DROP THIS LINE OF CONVERSATION ENTIRELY since he has no fucking clue what kind of orders would fluster john (or at least no clue what kind would work to get him to go red which dave is willing to give) and he's not sure he'd be great at ordering someone around anyway, but john's finger are curling at his hip and he's...

admittedly curious on how far he can push john, because it's fun.

he drags his arms back and sits up straighter and more or less figure #yolo and it doesn't fucking matter if he has no idea what he's doing because john will either listen or just laugh in his face, and that's positive in its own way. ]

Off the bed, Egbert. [ still casual, but with a firm iron lining he doesn't usually use.

or like, ever use. the only times he ever flat out orders john to do anything is, historically, in situations where duck or don't are relevant for john's own damn good. ]

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[Dave's curiosity isn't going to be the death of Dave, maybe, but it will definitely be the end of John and when Dave moves John sits on the bed and stares at him quietly.

Sure. He can humor him a little mostly since he's also a little curious himself, so with that he moves to slide off of the bed and sit on the floor to look up at him instead.]

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[ ...why did that take zero argument jfc john. dave is in a general and specific way disinterested in being in charge. he's always preferred to go with the flow and to simply let other people decide plans of action, only digging his heels in about certain things and generally ending up feeling conflicted about that. so he's not sure, exactly, what it is he feels as john just immediately complies with not-a-request.

even having his shades off dave can be fairly inscrutable, and his expression is neutral bordering on curious with something deeper and quieter and indefinable.

he decides to figure out how he feels about it later. it's not one of those things he can figure out quickly and easily. ]

Can't really defend your point about not establishin' what you want when you hop to that fast. [ mild and quiet and he slides to the edge of the bed and lets his feet hit the floor. ] But you got it just a little bit wrong.

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[He hates that sometimes it's hard to read Dave, but at the same time he finds it strangely attractive even as he lets Dave scoot forward. As soon as his feet touch the floor John slides up to his knees, elbows resting on Dave's legs as he watches him carefully.]

How so?

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...nevermind. [ a fleeting quirk of his lips. ] You're kneeling, but I don't remember giving you permission to touch me?

[ he tugs on a lock of john's hair, light and teasing, but doesn't go to shove him off either. ]

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[He laughs a little, leaning into Dave's hand but also lifting his elbows to hover without touching him.]

My bad. How do I earn that permission?

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You look ridiculous like that. [ a lie. john laughing is always one of his favorite things and the rest is...interesting. dave lets go. ] But since you're on your knees -

[ drawled out, but it's dave, so he's being a pointless tease and just shifts one foot onto one of john's knees, light pressure. ]

- rub that. [ no reason to keep john on the floor for a foot rub so he apparently is still just idly trying to get a clear read on his boyfriend.

presumably he wouldn't give a fuck if john said no, since he rarely asks for things that aren't stupid anyway. ]

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You look ridiculous all the time! [Cheerful. He's fine with casual ribbing because that's how friendship works, and he stays on his knees anyway while he gauges where Dave's going with this.

And then Dave offers him his foot and he lifts an eyebrow.]

Gross. [He's amused though. On the other hand, he grabs Dave's foot and just sort of swings it back and forth with his hand.] Why do people like foot rubs anyway? [Said even while his thumb's rubbing over the bottom of Dave's foot curiously to see what he does.]

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No, not ridiculous. You promised to call me hot if I called you somethin' that turned you on. [ also he shrugs. feet don't bother dave actually although it's actually true years of dance aren't that kind. ] As to the question? Try dancin' for a few hours and maybe you'd get killing for one.

[ what dave does is watch john, still mostly inscrutable, hands gripping the edge of the bed. ]

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And I will own up to that promise when it happens. [He rolls his eyes though even while his hand's still moving since...yeah that makes sense.] I already told you I would do the dancing thing. Does that mean we're trading foot massages or what?

[...but he's still obeying anyway so there's that.]

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So what is this? [ curious. ]

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[He scrunches his face in a confused little look.] What do you mean?

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[ ah. dave rolls his eyes. ] Never mind. [ his first assumption should always be "john's an oblivious dumbass". ]

Go a little harder.