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[parodeity]

DAVE STRIDER | RED | #E00707
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[windeity]

Yeah mostly. Trust me, the piano is really safe! I would be really pissed if it flew out of my dex so I made sure it was safe.

[parodeity]

Made sure how? Did you swaddle it in blankets? Or put it in a card and then captchalogue that card?

[windeity]

No, but that actually would not be a bad idea. Just trust me, okay? It's fine. Do I have to prove it to you somehow?

[parodeity]

No. I just don't want anything to happen to it. [ because john would be upset ]

[windeity]

[There's a little frown.]

...yeah. Me either. [He would 100% be unhappy if something happened. But he nudges Dave's head a little.] Comics?

[parodeity]

[ he earlier told okuyasu john could store it at his place.

dave doesn't tell john this but just lifts his laptop over his head to let john take it. ]

[windeity]

[Glad they can communicate like adults. But he takes the laptop and he reviews the comics, scrolling through and reading them to get a sense of what's there.]

[parodeity]

[ there's a variety of them. some are callbacks to comics and jokes he's done before. some aren't. there's a weird aborted arc on peaches the dog and his adventures? like a spin off. a lot of them are dave's more usual take on humor. a worrying handful are the darker and harder to understand version of it, death and frustration in slightly disturbing comic form. some are crude.

it's apparent there are a lot, though. it's what he does when he can't sleep and has nothing else to clean. ]

[windeity]

[...that's definitely worrying. He doesn't quite pick up on what's going on here and he doesn't at all think of what the source of the original dark brand of humor is, but he has a thoughtful little look as he continues reading.]

How long have you been working on these?

[parodeity]

Since I discovered we had access to ms paint?

[windeity]

[So. Weeks.]

Cool. [Hrm.] Too bad the internet doesn't exist anymore. You could probably gain a new following here somehow.

[parodeity]

Oh, Okuyasu said he'd be my number one fan.

[windeity]

Of course he did. Are you the one who taught him the S thing?

[parodeity]

Nah, he taught himself that as far as I know?

[windeity]

Somehow that makes it even worse. [Click-scroll.] Have you shown anyone else?

[parodeity]

No. I don't usually like people handling my shit. For one thing, the one time I let someone touch that they posted a dumb comment in my name?

[windeity]

Wait what? When?

[parodeity]

Eh, day one or so. He used punctuation and a smiley face.

[windeity]

Neither of which I have seen you use in the course of our friendship. It's like they didn't even try.

[parodeity]

He didn't know me then.

[windeity]

Does he now?

[parodeity]

Not half as well as he thinks he does, nah.

[windeity]

Who was this anyway?

[parodeity]

Ryoji, first time I met him.

[windeity]

Oh. That's different, Ryoji's like one of the most cheerful and well-meaning people I've met. I am suddenly no longer surprised.