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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]

[An equally weak laugh, at least.] Yeah. He uh. Always had those from what I remember.

[Give him a second and a hat and a pipe will drop from his sylladex into his free hand. He glances at the hat rack and the pipe rack and finds they probably fit right in.] For as weird and clownish as the house is, Dad was apparently minimalistic.

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[ dave eyes the new items, but doesn't immediately comment on them. ]

I can admire that in a guy. It'd be nice if the entire place were decorated more, like. Not clown-y. But I understand that was probably well-meant?

[windeity]

[He'll slowly pull out of Dave's grip to walk forward, carefully setting the hat on the hat rack and the pipe in the pipe rack. That's maybe better.]

...Rose told me that it was probable that my dad thought I was really into clowns because of stuff I was apparently doing in my subconscious or whatever. Drawing all over my stuff. So he got into the clown thing because he thought I was into clowns? I don't know.

This also explains a lot about why Nannasprite looked the way she did though.

[parodeity]

...We don't have to change a thing about this room if you don't want, y'know.

[ or not until some far off day when john does want to. it's not a huge deal. ]

[windeity]

Then...what? We'd leave it as an empty put-together room? [He's not sure what he wants to do with it, truthfully, but he's just kind of staring at the bed and the blank space in the room itself. It's too empty and too white and too weird to stay in for long but...it's also strangely comforting in a weird kind of way.]

[parodeity]

If you want. [ dave shrugs. ] It's your house, babe.

[ his life, dave means. there are memories and things here that no one else has a right to decide what to do about. dave won't try, and doesn't want to. ]

It's not like we need two bedrooms, so it's not seriously in the way or anything.

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Can I think about it? Like after we move everything in...I want to think about it a little before we do anything with it.

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[ well. he walks back over to john and just puts a hand to either side of john's face so john looks at him. dave's not trying to kiss him or anything, just. a glance over the tops of his shades. ]

Dude. If you want to spend the rest of your life thinking about it, that's fine with me. We can do nothing with it forever, or we can do something with it someday if you think of a thing you want to do - but what you don't have to do is decide now or like...at any point of time before you're genuinely ready to. It's not a big deal. Seriously.

[windeity]

[There's a small exhale, followed by a confused little grin.]

...I know you're right. The whole thing is a little more overwhelming than I thought it would be, but I know you're right. I also know I want to stay here though. I will get used to it again.

[parodeity]

Well. Breathe. That's your aspect, ain't it? For once the world is probably not ending in a few days, and we have time. We don't have to like...rush it or whatever. We can move into whatever rooms you're ready to exist in whenever you're ready to do that. And we can just ease our way into whatever else. I don't mind learning to live with your demons, dude. You've been learning to live with mine, too.

[windeity]

I'm breathing! I'm definitely breathing. [But there's a deep breath anyway for the reminder.] ...I think I've mentioned before I do not mind whatever baggage you have. You think we're ever going to learn to tame them?

[parodeity]

I think you will, yeah. [ he has no fuckin clue about himself but he is learning to live around it ]

[windeity]

Do you want to learn to tame yours? [Curious. He's not forcing it either way though.]

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That's not if. [ but he declines to explain, instead leaning forward to kiss john as a distraction ]

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[He doesn't know how to respond but he lets himself be kissed anyway, pulling back just a little to look at him.]

...have I mentioned I love you lately?

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[ a quirk of his lips upwards. ] ...pretty much daily, babe.

[windeity]

Okay, well...I love you. A lot. And since this house is ours I want to move in.

[parodeity]

As soon as you want. [ it's an easy promise to make. ] I'm only attached to the cramped college dorm 'cause you're in it, dumbass.

[windeity]

Then let's spread out and make this place our own. We can bring Mewpac by later and make sure she likes it and then...that's it, I guess. I don't think I have to do anything different since this just showed up in my name.

[parodeity]

Umm. [ a pause. ] I take it back real briefly. Can we like, get a bed that ain't your childhood one first off? I mean, I'll sleep on it and it's not like I mind being jammed in with you, but also we literally just solved that whole "this bed was made for one person" problem.

[windeity]

[A light snort.] Yeah. We can definitely bigger bed. A queen maybe? Would that be big enough?

[parodeity]

Yep. You know Mewpac's gonna take up, like, inexplicably half of that, right? I think she likes it when we get real close because it leaves her a ridiculously large amount of bed in which to sprawl. She doesn't need that much bed, and yet.

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She's not even kitten-sized anymore so that makes it even worse. But at the same time she's so cute so how can you even say no to her? [He laughs a little.] To be fair to the cat, I also like when we're really close. She just happens to benefit from it.

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Sooo. This weekend? [ for moving in, he means. ] An iconic use of a Saturday?

[windeity]

Unless we do it early and spend this weekend taking a celebratory field trip. Up to you how our time is spent during spring break.