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[ he can move his feet back now that dave is settled if he wants but. what the fuck are you doing dirk. ]

I mean, the coffee table is kind of that? But if you want to make a random unnecessary table for it, go for it. After you actually, like, sleep. I have never actually heard you say the words "I'm tired", that's some sort of miracle that should not be ignored?

[Feet back on Dave, okay.]

It was a figure of speech.

[It was not a figure of speech.]

It... was a suspenseful trip in the dreamscape. You look more relaxed now.

My head isn't killin' me, and you never use that as a figure of speech, ever. Literally you are the energizer bunny, you're up all the fuckin' time and when you go to bed it's usually "oh hey, I guess that is a thing I should do" not "oh hey I need to do this and actually feel it".

[ he's slouching back into the couch, but dave is actually careful not to jostle dirk for whatever reason. ]

Is "suspenseful" gonna be the total summation of that, or will you be givin' more details after you go the fuck to sleep?

I could probably build a table before napping.

[This is a token fight. It is token because Dirk can't resist defending his wakeful honour once it has been pointed out to him that he admitted to being tired.]

Titania kept us safe through the Void. This did not stop the occasional dream Reaper from striking out, or the Sea Dragon from angrily shouting at us from a distance.

[But that isn't what got to Dirk. He frowns, looking at the ceiling.] The dreamscape is kind of like the soul of the planet. Out here, it's more collective and diffused with the souls of everything on it. We kept going deeper.

No, you couldn't. You're banned from makin' shit rn.

[ not that it really matters...... ]

So do you have soul overdose or somethin'?

[ dave crosses his arms and looks over at dirk, trying to gauge what's worrying him, if anything. ]

Partly that. [Definitely partly that. He has been in his aspect before but he had encountered a planet soul.] It feels trite and over-simplistic to just say that the planet's soul was big. But it was.

Show me?

[ or not, since it's a request and not a demand. dave's neutral expression shifts to legitimate concern; it's not like he's unfamiliar with having too much of his aspect at once. THANKS, STUPID PORTALS. ]

Also, are you gonna actually go to bed or am I gonna have to rp you and like ferry you there.

That feels like a dangerous idea. [Not the rping; showing Dave the soul.] It is not the greatest thing in the world when a planet with Two-Face syndrome wants you to feel that.

[It's why he isn't wanting to expose Dave to it. It was horrible.]

I can sleep here.

[Where Dave is, with Dave as a footrest.]

Hey, I showed you mine. [ re: portals. also, now he's legitimately frowning. ]

C'mon. Also, no you can't. So like, piggy back or walk, bro, pick your poison.

Nn. [Articulate.] When you're lying down.

[Dirk however will get up and he will WALK TO BED, HE GUESSES...]

I would've carried you.

[ he's kind of laughing now. ]

Also, I like how you decided without any input from me that imma nap with you.

[ is he teasing or. ]

[He pauses, and rather stupidly, he looks back at the couch.]

Sorry. Just, it's best you don't feel that unless you're sitting or something. You don't have to come. I'll make it.

[ dave, having already gotten to his feet, simply goes to slap the back of dirk's head, slow enough it can be easily dodged. ]

I was jokin'. Let's go.

[He does dodge it although only barely.]

You can go back to whatever you were doing.

[Joke missed.]

So you don't want me to come with suddenly?

[ still in tones of amusement, but. ]

I was goin' to sing you a lullaby and everythin'.

[ that's. so specific? does dave want to sing a lullaby. maybe. does he want dirk to sing him one. maybe. don't think about it too deeply dirk ]

There's a lullaby.

[?

Dave just said there's a lullaby, Dirk. Believe him.

Or he could... shuffle closer, a little, kinda like he wants to shift his weight onto Dave but is resisting doing so.]

Anythin' could be a lullaby, or so I have been informed?

[ by...who. he made that up just now. what the fuck. there's a little quirk to the side of his mouth that's nearly a smile. ]

You should just ask. Especially 'cause I already offered.

[He doesn't want to. He stares at Dave for, like, a full ten seconds.

Then he just drapes his arms over Dave's shoulders and also puts his weight against Dave. Dave can piggyback him? Or he can drag him. Dirk's head is gonna use Dave's shoulder as a pillow though.]

I'm not that tired.

You said you were tired. That's like takin' out a fuckin' ad on twenty billboards and puttin' on a broadway play, in Dirk Strider speak.

[ that makes almost no sense. but sure, dave can pretty easily turn this into a piggyback. for all that he's usually in the other position, it isn't like he's incapable of lifting dirk without breaking a sweat, and it's not going to take long to get them back to the bedroom level? ]

Which bunk am I droppin' you off in, by the way.

Billboard ads take a great deal of energy.

[He isn't even sure why he's grumbling at this point. It is a very nonsensical habit and he is distantly aware he should probably give it up.]

Are you sleepin' too?

[ for once he's not super extremely tired, but. ]

I was always gonna from the point at which you admitted to bein' tired. [ he was just giving dirk a hard time...for assuming... ]

Changing question. Are you tired?

[Because then Dirk can't make Dave sleep? That would be bad.

He says, letting himself get carried up to the bunk bed.]

[ he isn't really. but the amount of times dirk has simply consented to being around while dave sleeps is kind of beyond counting on one hand, and he's well aware dirk gets weird about things, so: ]

That would be the implication to be had by my plannin' to take a nap, yes. Gothic horror smut is exhausting to plow through? About as exhaustin' for me as it is for the like, horrorterror things to plow one another probably. Possibly more so?

[ he should really someday just admit defeat re: the book club. ]

That doesn't answer my question.

[He's tired, not stupid.]

I can sleep with the lights on? [Implication is that Dave can therefore do Whatever]

[ it earns him another laugh? oops. ]

Does so. I'm exhausted, therefore I'm tired. If you're takin' away my right to use synonyms I'm gonna have to have words with you. And all of them are gonna be synonyms. So, anyway, Mr. You Didn't Answer My Question, Hypocritical Asshole: which bunk?

[ this is a stupid thing to dig his heels in over but its happening anyway ]

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