Just checking. [ he's basically given up on eating his pastry. dave leans his elbow on the table and props his own chin up on his hand. ] We're basically living out my thirteen-year-old dreams. Not exactly, but near to.
We are missing movies and the girls, but it's cool, right? We can stay up however late we want, and we have dinner together and we get to hang out all the time. I like it.
...decorate more maybe? I don't know how though with the resources we still have here. But making it a blend of stuff we both like would be cool. I like the pictures in the living room though.
[ there's some relief that john doesn't mind despite the weird moment earlier. ] Okay, cool. [ he gets go to start cleaning up the cooking stuff and stowing the leftovers. ] It's a little easier to sleep that way since it's easier to check you haven't vanished into thin air or something.
[He should maybe consider what he said about not flirting but taking comfort in making sure nobody's disappearing isn't flirting. It's normal. So he gets up to help as well.]
[ it is, somehow, second nature to work with john to clean up. handing him things or stepping around him like some weird domestic dance and the sheer normality of it makes dave's breath hitch for a second because it feels normal and like home and like family and he isn't sure how to explain it. ] You're the slippery motherfucker who likes to turn into thin air, you tell me.
[It's quick work and it's normal teamwork that he doesn't think twice about. He doesn't think that maybe Dave's effected by it and he shuts the cabinets when everything's put away.]
I'm not going to turn into thin air anytime soon. So don't worry about it. Okay?
I know. But just...know that if for some stupid reason it does happen it is not because I am purposefully leaving you. That is the point I am making here.
I am almost positive you could never hold a grudge against me. [A grin. Sorry about him.] Come on. [He's already starting for the stairs to head to his room.]
Sure dude. I just hope it won't be that often after this. [Dave's on the bed and John turns to grab another blanket, dropping it on Dave before settling back down next to him. His laptop gets kicked out of the way at least and he throws his glasses into his sylladex.]
[ dave turns to tentatively sling an arm over john's waist. in slow motion. but despite the weird moment in the kitchen john hasn't told dave to stop touching him yet. ]
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[ he knows that he likes what they're doing but john's the one with actual experience in like. home-homes. ]
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Where would I even go?
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I'm not going to turn into thin air anytime soon. So don't worry about it. Okay?
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but dave gives a tentative smile. ]
Yeah, okay. I don't think you ever plan that, though.
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[ about vriska. about being here. ]
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I think so. For now, at least. I think...maybe it won't always be all the time, but for now, yes.
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