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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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You plan to love me in the next?

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I would like to. That okay by you? [He's aware he can't control that, but.]

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If you somehow manage to twist fate to your whim, sure.

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I'll do my best. But maybe we should focus on this life first? [A grin.] I just got you back, after all.

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Do you have plans on what to do with me? [ he's curious. ]

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Hm...no rules today, right? [A scheming look? That's maybe dangerous.]

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[ dave just raises an eyebrow. ]

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I'm just asking. I might have a plan but it mostly involves making sure you don't disappear from my sight.

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Specify, babe.

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You first. How are you feeling?

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[ his left hand shifts and trails up to grip john's jaw. ] No, you first. [ it's a light hold. ]

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[Oh. Okay.] ...I just want to kind of...[How do you even explain this.] ...I didn't know what to do when you didn't remember.

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...Try again?

[ he has no idea wtf john wants to do still. ]

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...I want to make you breakfast and stuff. [That's. Closer.] And just keep you next to me until Sunday.

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...What does that have to do with the rules question. [ john that's so fucking mundane why did he look like he was up to no good ]

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[Because he started letting his mind wander before it wandered back, and now it's mundane and he's not being weird anymore.]

Like...I want to make out for like an hour first. In bed. Because I like our bed.

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And because I let you last month.

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Well yeah, that too. I don't mind if you leave your shirt on?

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You said you'd kill someone if I asked. [ a typical non-sequitur if someone doesn't know how he operates. he's probably angling for something else entirely and using the big ridiculous thing he wouldn't ask for anyway as a benchmark of acceptable requests. ]

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Yeah. Is that something we're doing today on our day off? [It's a lazy kind of response because he knows by now that Dave's angling for...something. He's not sure what entirely, but he knows Dave well enough to just roll with it.]

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Nah, too much effort. [ like that's the only thing in the way, and dave wouldn't rather get himself killed in 99% of situations rather than risk it happening to anyone else, but whatever. if he ever had to kill someone (why) he'd do it himself rather than ask john.

he's looking shifty. ] You can say no. [ to...? but he just sits up again, hands trailing to cover john's at his hips. ]

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Right, of course. That kind of gets in the way of a day off. [But...hm? He settles for watching Dave's hands and letting him sit up, doing nothing to push or pull away.] Can't say yes or no if I don't know what it is, babe.

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[ finishing his sentences would help maybe. ] It's stupid. [ clarification: ] Little harder?

[ a clarification that could maybe use a clarification but he shifts his hands off john's and seems at a loss for a second, debating. ]

I mean. Leave somethin'. I dunno. [ a distraction or something to hold onto. like when he'd asked john to leave a hickey on his neck, but a different variety of stupid. he doesn't explain what he's thinking further, just letting john do whatever john plans to do, if john even understood the request. don't kill someone, but leave a bruise on dave. he's not sure if that's worse or better by john's standards and doesn't bother to hazard a guess. ]

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[For a moment, no, he has no idea what the hell Dave's asking for. He raises an eyebrow and he waits for an explanation. When it comes (vague as it is), there's a look of understanding. A hand reaches up to brush through Dave's hair, lips pursed in thought as he thinks that over.]

...only with my teeth. I'm not hurting you with my hands. Deal? [It's a very oddly specific way of saying it, but at the same time it's like asking someone to pinch you to make sure you're not dreaming. Dave's always gone to the extremes anyway.]

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[ dave considers that and shrugs, seeming to stall out for a second or two. it's acceptance as he debates whether or not it's enough to go on.

it's one of his split second decisions when he moves again, hauls his shirt back off and throws it wherever, then immediately leans in to kiss john and make it hard to spot the differences anyway. cowardice or simple desire or both.

the differences are easy enough anyway. leaner than he was when he ate regularly and rarely bothered with junk, and littered with scars he's not even going to attempt to explain. what he didn't quite manage to get across was that he'd like something else to carry around if he has to have the scars back, too.

it's one of those dumb little impulses that he's not sure how to explain without saying far more than he wants to. ]