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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]

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

[windeity]

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

[parodeity]

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

[windeity]

You say that like you think I have my limits with you. [Which like. He doesn't. He's been aware of this for a while.]

[parodeity]

We still have a few.

[windeity]

I get to have you without a shirt for a night, that's good enough for me.

[parodeity]

Is it? [ his eyebrows lift. ]

[windeity]

Yes, because I am in love with you and will be happy with anything you decide to give me.

[parodeity]

What if I want more?

[windeity]

...for me or from me?

[parodeity]

Both. [ a vague dave answer but he's watching john like a hawk. ]

[windeity]

[...Hm.] You think there's something I haven't been giving you?

[parodeity]

There's plenty of stuff like that. We've been dating only half a year. You promised me four.

[windeity]

And I intend to keep that promise. And longer. So...what do you want to cash in on at six months? Besides tattoos since we already did that.

[parodeity]

[ dave just starts to go red. ] Tattoos are way the fuck more than enough? Just.

[windeity]

Just nothing. [He stops them from reaching the car by stepping in Dave's path to face him.] ...whatever you want is yours to take. Do you know that?

[parodeity]

[ rude. dave bites his lip, worrying it for a second before caving. ] Just...think about it? That's what I want.

[windeity]

[His face scrunches up in confusion.] Think about what?

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[ dave can't even blame this on john being dumb because dave is being a vague fuck. ] What you'd do. When I came back.

[ he's prompting but still not saying it. ]

I guess I just want to know, at least.

[windeity]

...babe, you're not making sense still. [This one he can blame on John being dumb tbh.]

[parodeity]

[ he slugs john in the shoulder. ] Figure out where the fuck you fall on the intimacy scale, dumbass. Actually sit down and think about it for me sometime. Okay?

[windeity]

Ow! [His hand immediately flies up to rub his shoulder.] Okay, okay, jeez. I'll think about it. ...really. [Since...that is a thing to think about, yes.]

[parodeity]

Promise me? [ like dave should probably think about it too but he wants john to first ]

[windeity]

[He just kind of darts forward to kiss him before he pulls away to head for the car again.] Yes I promise.

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[ no come back? dave grabs john's collar and abruptly kisses him harder than usual. ]