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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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[He stops playing the piano then, turning to face him before reaching forward and brushing fingers through Dave's hair.]

Rightfully so given what it is we want to do. [Thanks John.] ...we're equally giving and taking in this. I promise. Have I ever kept quiet about stuff I don't want to be doing?

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[ dave leans into john's touch, at least. ] Nah. That's more my thing?

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Which you're working on. [That's sort of promising at least.] So...I think we can figure this out together. Don't you?

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[ ... ] I love you. [ so yes, or maybe more maybe. ] Are you nervous?

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[In a way, sometimes, John wonders if there's ever going to be a day love isn't enough. He's kind of hoping it doesn't come to that though and for now he rewards Dave with a soft smile.]

Love you, too. It's why I'm nervous. I thought we went over that.

[You know, a few weeks ago when he made an ass of himself.]

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So maybe it's my turn. [ to be nervous, he means. dave looks back at the piano, gaze abstract and quiet as he considers...whatever. he still wants to do this, but it means different things to both of them.

but he's already in too deep, anyway. if john leaves after this someday, will it really hurt any more or less for having gone further still? ] ...we should ignore it.

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[Well. Dave's not going to tell him and so John's in the dark on that for a while. Oh well. Maybe someday.]

...ignore what, exactly? The nerves?

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No...well, yes, but also no. [ he pulls a face. ] I don't know why it gets scary sometimes, you know? You already have the power to completely wreck me. And I think having no nerves might be bad?

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Romantic, Strider. [There's a half-grin. He knows it's true though even if it's not exactly a power he wants to have. That seems unfair and also kind of scary.] ...what do you think would make this less scary?

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You being scared is helping. [ that sounds bad, but oh well. ] ...I don't know, tell me a fantasy or secret or something.

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It's hard having secrets from you. I'm not sure I have any left. [...but.] What if my fantasies scare you off further?

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Then I'll tell you one of mine and you'll see why that ain't gonna happen.

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Alright, alright...[Where to start...]

I guess some of my fantasies with you are pretty vanilla, actually. I'm not really a kinky person. [Shock and surprise.]

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Yeah, I'm aware I'm the weird one. [ mostly. he also fantasizes about living a normal life. ] ...Tell me one anyway.

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Kind of putting me on the spot, but...[Hm...] Does fucking you on a piano count? Like the two things I love most combined. Or a sexy photoshoot.

[He's Aware these are really dumb but let him live.]

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We already did a sexy - wait, do you mean you taking pictures of me? [ because he already took pretty compromising pictures of John. ] Anyway, I'm not sure how comfortable fucking on the piano would be, but like. Sure?

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[He just shrugs. Yes, that's what he meant, no, it probably wouldn't be comfortable, but Dave asked and that's that.]

Sure. [He's not great at having fantasies so he's just figuring it out as he goes.] I don't know. Maybe I am just a realist and I think about just going with it when it happens too much.

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I don't mind if you take pictures of me. [ actually it's kind of an interesting idea - ] I even promise not to critique you too much. Oh, I could show you how to develop them... [ ...and that just made it not sexy. hm. ]

...well, we're on a piano bench right now. I could blow you or something?

[ that's also not really a seductive way to put that. ]

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...I mean. We have a darkroom now. I wouldn't mind. [It's apparently still sort of sexy to him so that's fine.]

Also do not blow me on the piano bench. It's your birthday? I think it's supposed to be the other way around.

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I should be allowed to blow you on my birthday if I want to, but fine. I will just save that for a rainy day. [ he's completely forgotten why they're in the music room to start with. ]

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Surprise me with it someday? I'm not sure when the next storm will be and I don't think that's the kind of thing either of us wants to wait on. [He's. Kind of kidding. But yeah, he plays a few notes and gives Dave another look.] ...sooo....

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[ dave, an idiot who distracted himself too effectively by talking about fantasies and getting stuck on the concept of blowing john on a piano bench: ] Soooo? You've already banned me from macking on you, you asshole.

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That is not what I said? You can mack on me all you want but I still think if there is any blowing here it should be me to you. [He lifts an eyebrow.] We can also shelf the duet until later.

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And do what instead? [ dave raises an eyebrow right back. ]

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What did I promise you on your birthday, babe?