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[It all makes a lot of sense. Again and again, he regrets that Dave can't take contact right now.]

Okay. Just... I'm not putting them in any fridge, metaphorical or otherwise. Just so you know.

You wouldn't hurt me on purpose. I know.

[ not in the way bro would have. ]

Sorry I'm already a headache to live with?

Not a headache, bro. This is still where I want to be.

[He pauses.]

So do I get to swim with Snoop?

If we go out with him?

[ since the whole

tank thing

HAD TO BE DECONSTRUCTED SO NO PART WAS BIG ENOUGH FOR A WARPER AS SUGGESTED dave did implement that. ]

Yes. For walkies.

[He will not try to swim in a postmodern tank? Like he could try. And it would be weird and maybe awful.]

For a bit, sure. But some of that I try to like - [ ok he hasn't thought about it before, but. ] I guess sometimes I try to keep the swims to me and him or me and him and rose or him and rose, because I think it's important to...have that.

[ a guardian who wants to spend time with just you, for a little while. no split focus. ]

[Dirk parses the meaning.]

It is important.

[Dirk would have done anything to have even a chance at it.]

He was unlucky enough to see our meddlin' mugs first thing after hatchin'. By mutual agreement we never actually discussed, I guess we've both been tryin' to do right in ways we never actually learned.

[ for whatever reason. ]

I like kids. I didn't know that before we got here. I mean, I liked the consorts fine, but yeah.

[Dave would make a good parent. Dirk is sure of that, as sure as he is that he has no idea whether or not to say it. He settles on some kind of middle ground.]

You've been doing well with the Magister. He's lucky he got you two.

[Dirk thinks, and wonders if it would ever help to say, that his Bro could never replace Dave because Dave can never really answer that longing. Dave is not Dirk's guardian and never will be. How could that guardian somehow replace him?]

Yeah, maybe.

[ he steps away from the glass. ]

So, five am tomorrow? That's what you said, right.

That's what I said and agreed to. I'll be here with a sylladex full of stuff and a request for permanent entry.

Then I will for sure see you bright and early tomorrow morning. Uh. Presumably bright? Overcast-ish, maybe.

Some variety of early, weather variances determining the conclusion of the cliche.

[It is very stupid to want to ask if he can stay here in the night waiting to get to properly move in here. Very, very stupid. So he should not.]

I think it also has to do with like, the actual time and placement of the sun, but.

[ weather variances also included. he's dropped like five conversations at different points in time here for different reasons, and dave is at least aware that dirk isn't chill enough to actually not freak out over that.

he should say something else honest that isn't laced with things that hurt, maybe. ]

I'm excited?

[ he should also say it less pathetic. ]

[Congratulations, Dave, on at least knowing your brother is an anxious mess. Good job making it there.]

That's the definition of 'excitement' that includes nerves and a terror of hope, I'm assumin'. [Dirk and Rose make a living with call out posts.]

The sentiment is shared, and possibly even multiplied.

[ he groans and shoves at dirk's shoulder. it's not contact that sticks. ]

I don't know why when you're kind of an asshole. But yeah. So just - [ the point was ] I haven't. Changed my mind. That was all I was tryin' to say.

It's a reality I can be objectively conscious of. [He doesn't move to hug Dave, though he'd like to.]

I've committed to the probability that we'll re-settle end be whispering our late night inanities through the bunk beds in short order.

[Maybe it will be awkward and weird, sometimes. Yes, there are things unfixed. But Dirk has decided he wants and need this, and Dirk is very stubborn.]

You never whisper late night inanities to me. Am I gettin' late night inanities now?

[ that was absolutely the important part of that response, here. ]

My late night thoughts are usually not actually inane.

[Roxy and Dave have that covered.]

Generally, they trend to the obnoxiously metaphysical.

[Dave, late at night: When your lips touch do you kiss yourself?
Dirk in response: How can we ever know ourselves if the frame of study will always make its very object inaccessible?]

If you really want that kind of question late at night, then sure. That is what I'll give you.

[ it nets dirk a snort of laughter. ]

You don't have to make up inane late night thoughts, dude. That would be a little silly? Not like most of what we do ain't fuckin' ridiculous, but. [ everything they do is, to some degree. ] Do you remember once I high-fived you for also puttin' your foot in your mouth all the goddamn time, back before I knew that was a thing you did like, every day on the regular like me?

I meant I'll give you my late-night existential pondering if you're really interested in sibling bunkbed whisperings.

[rest in pieces if you agree, dave]

Why don't I get high-fives for that anymore? Frequency is no reason not to applaud.

Do your worst. Also, I think we would actually wear out a high five bein' awesome at the volume we'd have to high five over one of us puttin' our foot in our mouth? Like. Jesus fuckin' christ can you even imagine? We wouldn't be able to go five minutes without it, because apparently it's a completely genetic failing, the ability to just always say the wrong thing even if it's just a joke - or especially then? - or not somethin' you even thought about, you just say it and it's there and you're like well fuck now what and then you go to fix it but instead you say somethin' worse because, y'know, why the fuck not. And then you're starin' down a chain of failures you keep makin' bigger and bigger as you try to dig yourself out and you realize that every attempt to stop fuckin' it up is in fact another foot into your early grave, and also, Rose is raising her eyebrows at you from over one of her smutty gothic fiction novels and you can tell she's about to Comment, uppercase C and all, and you realize that you can in fact be even more fucked than you already were. You can be uppercase F Fucked.

[ i

yeah ]

[there's a pause]

So we're already in our bunk beds then.

[THIS IS WHAT HE EXPECTS TO HEAR LATE AT NIGHT AS DAVE MUMBLES HIMSELF TO SLEEP]

I refuse to give you any more text posts if you don't reblog them.

[ that doesn't even make sense in context ]

You have to retweet or you don't get to follow me on social media?

I'm not building a tumblr app for you, Dave. I have morals.

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