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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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[windeity]

I keep trying to outdo myself. I think it's working. [He can at least make fun of himself...but there's a nod.] I kind of figured. I...sort of thought it'd maybe help you sleep if you're up and I'm already passed out and you don't want to wake me up.

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...you just outdid yourself. [ no, he didn't. rather than that being cheesy it's genuinely sweet and dave kisses john's forehead because it's deserved. ] ...thanks. I love you, you know?

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[He's very happy with himself at least.]

I do know that, yeah. [It's a nice thing and he shifts just a little to lean against him. VALIDATE HIM...sometimes he needs that, too, even if he doesn't like saying so.] I love you too, obviously. And speaking of love, your dark room's upstairs.

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[ dave just adjusts his posture and slides his arms around john's waist, bracing them against the table so john can lean away. ] Okay, Egbert, now you're just trying to make me look bad. Music room set up for you too?

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[A good boyfriend.] Mm. Almost. I have some things I want to add to the walls, and I keep coming back to the fact that I'm nineteen and technically own a house. What the fuck. But the piano's in there and so is a lot of my writing equipment and stuff. It used to double as my dad's study so I kind of kept the same theme.

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[ he'll just try to hook his chin on top of john's head if john is leaning enough. ] Let me know if I can help, yeah? [ but he won't intrude. ]

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[Yeah, he's 100% okay with that.] Yeah. If you want? I wouldn't mind a few of your pictures hanging up just so I have something to look at while I'm working.

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Want me to take some pictures of our friends, our kids, or music shit, then? [ or all of the above. ]

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You're the artist here. [That is a very loose word.] What do you think would look best?

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Pictures of you. [ john asked. ] But since you refuse to let me hang any of the ones I took that one time, maybe a mix of the above? I could sit in on your next session with Elliot.

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[A snort.] Please don't hang dick pics on the wall of my creative space. But that actually sounds cool? I would like that, and I bet Elliot would say yes.

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Maybe we can have a session too, and I'll set up some time lapse shots. [ .... ] Can I hang the dick pics in my dark room.

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[A very, very long pause. And there's a mumble that sounds a lot like "some of them are already up."

How he got a hold of the photos himself is a Mystery. Or he took photos himself? It's very hard to say, let him die now, thanks.]

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[ dave didn't make a secret of where he kept those negatives and photos to john so...but okay leaning has to stop because dave shifts. ]

Oh my god I gotta see this...

[ he'll be able to tell if john took them himself tbh.

but also stop him they have dinner and instead dave is distracted by john being ridiculous ]

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[And too little too late he suddenly realizes WOW THIS IS VERY FORWARD AND ALSO EMBARRASSING.]

Not now! Later. After I check some stuff. [Or remove whatever's on the walls besides his dick pics? John wtf did you do.]

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That's the exact opposite of a thing to say to get me to not check?

[ john wtf did you do ]

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Check later! I promise you will still like it and whatever. [Stuff.]

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I mean, if you are planning to change things I kinda wanna check now??

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[He should have kept his mouth shut.] ...technically it is your birthday. And the dark room is one of your presents, so...[He just kind of sighs.] It's in my old closet. Even if we keep that as a guest room I figured it would work okay.

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I've usually worked out of a closet, it should be fine. ...did you want to eat before I go check it out?

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Dinner's still baking. [It's mostly done, but he is doing something both childish and fancy for their dinner.] Let's just go so you can get it out of your system.

[...also he's curious what Dave's going to think so. Let's go upstairs.]

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[ upstairs it is! dave takes john's hand, thumb absently rubbing over the tattoo at his wrist, and leads the way. ] What is dinner, anyway?

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[He follows along and holds Dave's hand tightly as they go.]

Dinosaur-shaped chicken nuggets. [He's grinning so he might not be serious? God maybe he's serious.] And some other stuff, but dessert's what's actually in the oven. I adjusted the temperatures to finish baking that while keeping everything else warm.

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...Oh my god I love you. [ hopefully those chicken nuggets are serious!!! dave apparently fully approves of dinosaur chicken nuggets for a birthday dinner. god help them all.

he opens the guest bedroom door - at least they've probably cleaned and straightened it up even though neither of them used it - and then heads over to the closet.

what did john Do ]

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I know. [A grin. It's definitely dinosaur-shaped chicken nuggets, baked mac and cheese, champagne and when that fails sparkling apple cider and an apple pie instead of a cake. Happy birthday, Dave.

Still, they enter the room and he lets Dave wander to the closet. He doesn't say anything, rolling his eyes to the ceiling to avoid looking.

There are definitely dick pics on the wall to Dave's absolute not surprise. It's dick pics but it's also pictures of shirtless John because he's blatantly aware Dave likes his arms, close-ups of his eyes and also a close-up of him licking his hand clean because John's actually a terrible person who thought this was a good idea.]

See. Darkroom.