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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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The first time we exchanged music here to this month.

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...from like September? [That's impressive, really, and he sort of loves that.]

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Yes. It's songs we've shared and songs that played on the radio and songs that make me think of you. In order. I didn't want to pare it down so I didn't.

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...I can't believe you thought this wouldn't be on the same level.

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It's not really. It's just what happened when I thought about not having a song.

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...not having a song?

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[ dave shrugs. ] We don't have one. We have music. [ he taps john's hand. ]

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Sometimes I think that makes us even luckier than usual.

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It's a way in which we're lucky. [ there are ways they aren't, some he knows for certain in june. no matter the month he rarely tries to talk about it. dave turns john's hand over and presses a soft little kiss above the bandage on the skin of his inner palm. ]

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[Every now and then Dave does something charming and it makes him realize the gravity of what's happening to them. It's nice and terrifying as usual, but more toward the nice side. It's why he simply smiles. ]

Are you happy?

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Aren't you?

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Yes but that hardly answers my question.

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It kind of does. [ this time when he kisses john it's not on the wrist but on the cheek, before he stands up. ] I forget. Was this our last stop?

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[He's pleased at least.] Yeah, this was all I had planned. Got something else in mind?

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We can watch a movie when we get back, I guess, but we could also go to sleep. Your call.

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...movie and maybe make out a little? [Simpleton.]

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When've I ever said no? [ dryly. ] I kinda want my shirt off anyway.

[ which he still basically never does, but the fabric on his chest is a vague annoyance right now. ]

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[...best anniversary ever. He grins though.]

I'll be gentle. Promise.

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I'm not made of glass, dude. [ but there's the sting of ink and needles. ] Come on. In a few hours we have to clean this stuff and I'm not letting you forget or skip any of the aftercare.

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I know you're not, but I'm still allowed to treat you like something precious to me so shut up. [Just saying.] I did my research and I'll set alarms. We'll be fine.

[But up he goes, immediately reaching for Dave's hand.]

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I'm not a good enough alarm?? [ wow! ] Maybe if you're nice to me I'll let you wash mine. So far the odds ain't in your favor.

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You're my favorite alarm? I like waking up to you instead. [Look he's going to lay it on thick and hope it helps even as he drags Dave out of the music room.]

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[ a snort of laughter. ] Feel free to keep trying to butter me up the rest of tonight. Obviously the prize is worth it.

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You can at least give me a hint if it's working, jackass.

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Please. That would make things way too easy on you. And I'm kinda curious how far you'll go to butter me up.