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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]

Much as I'd like to turn back time and give us a full on extra day or five... [ it might lean on his energy reserves a little. ] ...not enough, but an acceptable amount.

[windeity]

That's a good enough answer I guess. ...I can make us dinner and we can just stay in? Unless you have another idea.

[parodeity]

Depends. You want to go out or just stay here?

[windeity]

I want to be with you. So...I don't really care.

[parodeity]

Okay, well. Do you want to be with me here and save it for later, or do you want to brave the outside world?

[windeity]

Only if you have a plan for the outside world. I don't want to go out if the payoff isn't that great.

[parodeity]

... [ ....

he seems to be debating, before dave goes to dig out his shoes. ] I promise it won't take that long.

[windeity]

[Color him curious. He's up and following suit, grabbing his shoes to pull on even if he's unsure.] Okay. It should be fine.

[parodeity]

Can I have the keys? Quick drive. [ he just assumes john will let him borrow the car whenever apparently ]

[windeity]

Is it still in town? [But yeah, he digs out the keys and tosses them to Dave. This isn't a wrong assumption.]

[parodeity]

Yep. Ten minutes top, and I have permission to break and enter. [ he grins, spinning the keys around his finger absently before he heads to the door. ] You're really not that fussy about the car, are you.

[windeity]

[He lifts his eyebrows as he follows but he doesn't quite comment on that, a small smirk showing up and pretty much telling everything. He's fussy about it in a lot of cases, but.]

You haven't wrecked her yet and usually I am in the car with you, so no? Guess not.

[parodeity]

Like you wouldn't let me take her out on the town on my own? [ he's holding the doors open for john as they head out for the record. ]

[windeity]

Well. It depends where you're going. [...goddamnit. WHATEVER!! But he heads out and he notices Dave's holding doors for him and the role reversal is a little unusual but he's okay with. Off they go and into the car they get.]

[parodeity]

Eloping to Vegas with Minato. [ no. but eventually john may recognize the driving location as towards dave's parents place. ]

[windeity]

Oh. Okay that's fine, I already knew you were running off with Minato anyway. [But he leans his head against the window and watches.] ...are we going to see your parents? [Also why are we doing that, Dave?]

[parodeity]

Nah. I mean, they are aware I might stop by but it's not to see them. [ but he's pulling in anyway. ] We can officially visit them later if you want. Next month.

[windeity]

[A shrug.] Dinner or something with them one night might not be a bad idea. [John will always try to be polite, apparently. When the car stops though he turns to look at Dave again.]

So...whatever this thing is is a surprise?

[parodeity]

Gonna woo my parents, Egbert? Try for some Northern charm against Southern? [ dave opens the car door. ] You'll see. Just c'mon? And let's see if we can get in there before anyone notices and tries to converse.

[windeity]

It worked on you, didn't it? I can be charming, too. [But fine, out of the car and he's turning to wait for Dave before they walk toward the house and letting Dave lead since he has no idea what they're doing here.] If they do I can distract them and we can bail, no problem.

[parodeity]

Yeah, but it worked on me 'cause I love you and you have stupid blue eyes and you speak in music. That ain't a guarantee I'd want you to date my beloved youngest child. Hypothetical beloved youngest child. [ he snags john's hand and unlocks the door and spirits him away to...

his room.

his and dirk's. he's never taken john here and there's no reason his mom would have, so. it's about what one would expect for the two of them: bunk beds, with blanket-curtains hanging down from the top to obscure the bottom bunk, a workbench that looks mostly unused because dirk moved out, a desk with scattered high school notes from dave. strings of pictures hanging across the room and posted all over the walls. weird dead shit he didn't manage to bring to the dorms, and an unfortunate my little pony poster that probably belonged to dirk.

music shit, neatly organized but sort of encroaching on everything else.

dave shuts and carefully locks the door even though he's pretty sure roxy will respect the "hey give me a few" request he'd made at some point earlier last month. ]

[windeity]

Yeah, I suppose that's fair. I'm pretty sure after a while Nanna was not that fond of Vic either. Parents. [But whatever, he's following Dave through the house and they disappear and reappear into what's definitely a shared bedroom.

It's bewildering in a way because John's always been an only child (in this lifetime, anyway) so seeing the results of two siblings in one shared space is still something different. He doesn't know much about Dirk beyond what he remembers and what Dave's told him so he enters the room and settles for glancing around.

Two dudes with drastically different interests. The MLP poster gets a slight smile because yeah, he knows where that came from, and his immediate attention goes to the photos. The dead jars don't surprise him either because he's aware his boyfriend's a fucking weirdo that way but here we are.

And music equipment and stuff. It's so...much.

But he turns his head when Dave locks the door and gives him an equally small grin.]

Sooo...childhood bedroom.

[parodeity]

[ the workbench is more organized chaos than some of the rest; there's also. preservation supplies for more weird dead shit at dave's desk i'm sorry.

the photos are weird landscape and architecture shots; food and dead shit and his family. jade and chiyo and anya and yuri. people he knows and has known, up through his graduation.

he drops john's hand and cracks his knuckles and drifts towards the turntables he doesn't have room for elsewhere. ]

I promised you a lullaby at some point? [ over his shoulder. ] My style, live.

[ he's not the piano guy. ]

[windeity]

[His attention wanders to take everything in, but when Dave speaks again John's a little surprised by the words and his eyes widen slightly.]

...yeah, you did. I didn't know you had something already.

[parodeity]

It's not like it's perfect. [ he sounds more amused than he doesn't. ] ...But it's also a bit more freestyle than your shit. You can sit on the bed or one of the chairs or just stand around - well, wait, no, just come over here.

[ he headphones are already being lifted, and the other set - the one dirk used to wear when they worked together is held out to john. ]

So we can try not to bug anyone else too much.