Of course he sucks. Fighters aren't really what he's good at...
[Part of her really wants to laugh.
Too bad she can't.] Yeah, it...it was both of them. From...that night, just laughing and talking like...like we'd all just been hanging out.
[Part of her really wants to laugh.
Too bad she can't.] Yeah, it...it was both of them. From...that night, just laughing and talking like...like we'd all just been hanging out.
[Not that Dave would've really registered being forced to listen to the acknowledgements, but he shooshes anyway. He spends the first few minutes only half-tuned in, eyes closed under the covers, more aware of the sound of Karkat's voice in his own chest than of the actual words he's saying. It vibrates differently against his ear than in the air, and it's nice.
He only starts paying attention when chapter one begins, and the description gives him pause, for a moment. Kinky, he almost says, but he vaguely remembers they're talking about slaves anyway so probably this is just part of the story and he doesn't really want to prod Karkat into an argument, he just wants to listen. So Dave listens, ignoring the hints here and there that ping him weirdly until the snotty blond prince gets all "Restrain him here in the harem" and Dave either has to snort or die on the spot.]
That sounds like a spectacularly shitty idea, man. He's gonna get all sorts of the wrong idea. Those messages are gonna be mixed to hell and not in a sweet jams gift tape way.
[Dave's not saying anything, but, like. Karkat. Bro.
Is he aware he's reading his moirail gay noncon bondage Greek history smut fanfic.
Because Dave's pretty sure Karkat's reading him gay noncon bondage Greek history smut fanfic.]
He only starts paying attention when chapter one begins, and the description gives him pause, for a moment. Kinky, he almost says, but he vaguely remembers they're talking about slaves anyway so probably this is just part of the story and he doesn't really want to prod Karkat into an argument, he just wants to listen. So Dave listens, ignoring the hints here and there that ping him weirdly until the snotty blond prince gets all "Restrain him here in the harem" and Dave either has to snort or die on the spot.]
That sounds like a spectacularly shitty idea, man. He's gonna get all sorts of the wrong idea. Those messages are gonna be mixed to hell and not in a sweet jams gift tape way.
[Dave's not saying anything, but, like. Karkat. Bro.
Is he aware he's reading his moirail gay noncon bondage Greek history smut fanfic.
Because Dave's pretty sure Karkat's reading him gay noncon bondage Greek history smut fanfic.]
I'm... [It is weird. But she starts to shake her head, on impulse. Not to anything Dave's saying, just to the act of thinking about it to begin with.
A deep breath.]
I am so far from okay. 'Cause- I- I remembered, right? What you said about...those weekends. When so many unfamiliar people showed up, and...everyone got their old forms back, I knew, they probably weren't- I knew it was just...for a weekend, so I braced myself, but still.
[A brief pause, and in it she just bites down hard in her mouth, grinding her teeth together.]
...It feels like the worst dream come true I've ever had.
A deep breath.]
I am so far from okay. 'Cause- I- I remembered, right? What you said about...those weekends. When so many unfamiliar people showed up, and...everyone got their old forms back, I knew, they probably weren't- I knew it was just...for a weekend, so I braced myself, but still.
[A brief pause, and in it she just bites down hard in her mouth, grinding her teeth together.]
...It feels like the worst dream come true I've ever had.
[He closes his eyes. Doesn't say anything for a second.]
Yeah.
[Jade came back, after she showed up that first time, but it never does to get people's hopes up. If hope's really what it'd be, for Ashley to see one of those people again in particular.]
You didn't tell them, did you. You just...you kept smiling through the whole thing.
Yeah.
[Jade came back, after she showed up that first time, but it never does to get people's hopes up. If hope's really what it'd be, for Ashley to see one of those people again in particular.]
You didn't tell them, did you. You just...you kept smiling through the whole thing.
[By this stage, Dave isn't the only one with reservations, even if Karkat's are somewhat more difficult to put into words. The trouble is that by troll standards there's nothing wrong with the story at all; keeping people as slaves for any purpose is ludicrously commonplace and, as one might expect, a fairly common trope in certain types of literature (i.e., trashy romance, a.k.a. Karkat's grubloaf and tuberpaste, q.e.d.). From that perspective, of course memorizing the texture of Dave's hair and enjoying the relative quiet of the moment, the closeness, takes up far more of Karkat's attention. Between that and regulating his voice to something not shout-volume because even he can recognize when that might ruin a moment, yes, fine, even an undisputed authority on all things romance like Karkat can miss a few hints. A few.
It's a lot harder to ignore the potential awkwardness of reading what he's reading when Dave interjects with a comment like that, and after a too-long pause where Karkat does nothing more than stare at the last few lines and wonder what the fuck his moirail is talking about, he blanches, whips the book shut, and flips it over to inspect the summary written on the back. "Damen is a warrior hero who blah blah brother seizes power blah blah sent to serve the prince of an enemy nation as a" oh motherfucking hell.
Groaning, Karkat reopens the book to the page they'd left off, slaps the whole thing over his face, and slumps in place as much as physically possible for someone who's already lying down. How the fuck had he not. ARGH. Is he fucking braindead??]
Dave, if you pity me you'll agree right now that that didn't just fucking happen.
[The words are muffled but still intelligible, and if it weren't for how much it would probably hurt his cartilage nub, Karkat would probably follow them up with a facepalm x2 combob and then maybe defenestrate himself. Because.]
It's a lot harder to ignore the potential awkwardness of reading what he's reading when Dave interjects with a comment like that, and after a too-long pause where Karkat does nothing more than stare at the last few lines and wonder what the fuck his moirail is talking about, he blanches, whips the book shut, and flips it over to inspect the summary written on the back. "Damen is a warrior hero who blah blah brother seizes power blah blah sent to serve the prince of an enemy nation as a" oh motherfucking hell.
Groaning, Karkat reopens the book to the page they'd left off, slaps the whole thing over his face, and slumps in place as much as physically possible for someone who's already lying down. How the fuck had he not. ARGH. Is he fucking braindead??]
Dave, if you pity me you'll agree right now that that didn't just fucking happen.
[The words are muffled but still intelligible, and if it weren't for how much it would probably hurt his cartilage nub, Karkat would probably follow them up with a facepalm x2 combob and then maybe defenestrate himself. Because.]
[And there it is, her breath hitching, as she puts on a pained smile.]
Why would I have? It'd be stupid to ruin it, to...ruin us. Again. [They were going to wake up and find it all broken anyway.] I just had to- to push it all down again.
[Her feelings for Chris. The complications between them. What Josh did. Her anger and guilt.]
Why would I have? It'd be stupid to ruin it, to...ruin us. Again. [They were going to wake up and find it all broken anyway.] I just had to- to push it all down again.
[Her feelings for Chris. The complications between them. What Josh did. Her anger and guilt.]
Aw, Jesus. Ashley...
[She wasn't wrong to. He knows that, even if everyone told him differently; he knows what it is to need to preserve something precious even if it's a lie.]
I know. I had to--I thought I had to, too, a while ago. And it's so--it's such shit, it hurts so bad and it's...
[It's not fair. She's alone again. He stops, then swallows, shakes his head.]
Here. Ash, hey, you said I'm like Josh, right? Just lay it on me, at least then it's out and it'll--it won't hurt as much, afterwards. Promise.
[She wasn't wrong to. He knows that, even if everyone told him differently; he knows what it is to need to preserve something precious even if it's a lie.]
I know. I had to--I thought I had to, too, a while ago. And it's so--it's such shit, it hurts so bad and it's...
[It's not fair. She's alone again. He stops, then swallows, shakes his head.]
Here. Ash, hey, you said I'm like Josh, right? Just lay it on me, at least then it's out and it'll--it won't hurt as much, afterwards. Promise.
[Dave shifts under the covers so he can rest his chin instead of his ear on Karkat's chest, one arm slung around him, the rest of his body kind of at a diagonal across the bed so he's not twisting his neck weird.]
What didn't happen? We weren't doing shit. All I remember's being all cuddled up here discussing the fact that I can rec you plenty more works in that genre written way better than that one. 'Cause, you know. I work in a bookstore. I see the staff picks.
[And he's been supplying Penny with age-appropriate and educational literature for months, now. His recommendations may tend more towards ladies-on-ladies adventures than anything else, but it's not like Karkat will care, right? Dave doesn't even understand why trolls even have a sex binary, it's not like they use it for anything but telling people not to play games for girls.
He's almost content to let it stay there, but then a series of quick little breaths, like a burst of near-soundless machine gun fire, escapes his nose. Dave buries his face in Karkat's shirt but he's grinning, and--oh. Oh, he's laughing.]
"Pellucid blue eyes." Who fucking wrote this garbage, are they serious. I'd almost believe it was Rose except there's not enough goddamn beard-fondling or wrinkled assholes in dresses. Let me see that.
[He reaches up through his breathing hole and makes a grabby hand.]
What didn't happen? We weren't doing shit. All I remember's being all cuddled up here discussing the fact that I can rec you plenty more works in that genre written way better than that one. 'Cause, you know. I work in a bookstore. I see the staff picks.
[And he's been supplying Penny with age-appropriate and educational literature for months, now. His recommendations may tend more towards ladies-on-ladies adventures than anything else, but it's not like Karkat will care, right? Dave doesn't even understand why trolls even have a sex binary, it's not like they use it for anything but telling people not to play games for girls.
He's almost content to let it stay there, but then a series of quick little breaths, like a burst of near-soundless machine gun fire, escapes his nose. Dave buries his face in Karkat's shirt but he's grinning, and--oh. Oh, he's laughing.]
"Pellucid blue eyes." Who fucking wrote this garbage, are they serious. I'd almost believe it was Rose except there's not enough goddamn beard-fondling or wrinkled assholes in dresses. Let me see that.
[He reaches up through his breathing hole and makes a grabby hand.]
[Immediately, she gasps and covers her mouth.]
Wh-- D-Dave, no, I couldn't- I couldn't do that to you, there's a lot.
[Karkat did tell her to write a letter, after all.]
Wh-- D-Dave, no, I couldn't- I couldn't do that to you, there's a lot.
[Karkat did tell her to write a letter, after all.]
[Oh fuck no. Karkat may not be fast or even very coordinated, but with Captive Prinplup already on his face and Dave in a significantly disadvantaged position, he just barely manages to swipe the book away in time and hold it just out of reach. Uh, for now. Dave's arms are still longer than his, but he's starting to sit up a little to try and compensate.]
This series was highly recommended! Shut the fuck up, Dave, it wasn't that bad.
[Except for the part where it's really not the kind of thing he'd read to Dave and especially not when his feelings for him are—it's just not something to read to Dave, okay?
His face is as red as it gets, at any rate, and he may just be contemplating hurling the offending book across the room if it weren't for the fact that he still wants to read it. Now that he knows exactly which book Wart had had picked for him, he's remembering how much blackrom potential he'd envisioned the first time he'd heard about it. It's written by a human, which probably means he's doomed for disappointment, but it's still his book, goddammit. End of literal story.]
Why were you looking at staff picks for romance?
[When in doubt, change the subject. Also, no he is not differentiating genre much besides romance and, uh, something about the rating. Because. He's seven sweeps old, this is normal.]
This series was highly recommended! Shut the fuck up, Dave, it wasn't that bad.
[Except for the part where it's really not the kind of thing he'd read to Dave and especially not when his feelings for him are—it's just not something to read to Dave, okay?
His face is as red as it gets, at any rate, and he may just be contemplating hurling the offending book across the room if it weren't for the fact that he still wants to read it. Now that he knows exactly which book Wart had had picked for him, he's remembering how much blackrom potential he'd envisioned the first time he'd heard about it. It's written by a human, which probably means he's doomed for disappointment, but it's still his book, goddammit. End of literal story.]
Why were you looking at staff picks for romance?
[When in doubt, change the subject. Also, no he is not differentiating genre much besides romance and, uh, something about the rating. Because. He's seven sweeps old, this is normal.]
Nooo. Stop moving.
[Foiled, Dave just lets his arm flop back down across Karkat's shoulder and turns his face cheek-side to soft pajamas again. He is boneless as a fish fillet and feeling a lot better, if still painfully embarrassed and kind of brain-muzzy. Anyway, moving is stupid. Getting up is not a thing either of them should do, ever, obviously. He's not uncomfortable enough to remove himself from the space heater that is Karkat.]
Morbid curiosity, obviously. When do I ever pass up an opportunity to annihilate my own brain cells with the hottest new sewage, do you even know me.
[He taps one finger against the sheets for a second, then adds in a mumble:]
Also, I've been trying to help Penny with. Things. That's strictly off the record, though, okay.
[He trusts Karkat, of course, but he doesn't want to spread his friends' personal shit all over the goddamn place (except, of course, when it's hilarious, but this is not the case). But Dave would be flabbergasted if Karkat hasn't seen what's going on with D.J. Single Cent and her best friend, anyway. Completely gobsmacked.]
[Foiled, Dave just lets his arm flop back down across Karkat's shoulder and turns his face cheek-side to soft pajamas again. He is boneless as a fish fillet and feeling a lot better, if still painfully embarrassed and kind of brain-muzzy. Anyway, moving is stupid. Getting up is not a thing either of them should do, ever, obviously. He's not uncomfortable enough to remove himself from the space heater that is Karkat.]
Morbid curiosity, obviously. When do I ever pass up an opportunity to annihilate my own brain cells with the hottest new sewage, do you even know me.
[He taps one finger against the sheets for a second, then adds in a mumble:]
Also, I've been trying to help Penny with. Things. That's strictly off the record, though, okay.
[He trusts Karkat, of course, but he doesn't want to spread his friends' personal shit all over the goddamn place (except, of course, when it's hilarious, but this is not the case). But Dave would be flabbergasted if Karkat hasn't seen what's going on with D.J. Single Cent and her best friend, anyway. Completely gobsmacked.]
I can take it. And I mean, I know you're not actually yelling at me. Just, I mean, it's really not good to keep it in. Take it from me. I fucked up so you don't have to, et cetera.
[He runs a hand back through his hair and sighs, lowering his voice.]
...Pretty sure you already told me the part that'd fuck me up the most, anyway. Ashley, it's fine. Really.
[He runs a hand back through his hair and sighs, lowering his voice.]
...Pretty sure you already told me the part that'd fuck me up the most, anyway. Ashley, it's fine. Really.
Things?
[Karkat is distracted and therefore not entirely up to speed, but with the game of keep away concluded already, he relaxes enough to focus on the conversation. Helping Penny with... ah.]
Things. Romance? Dave, are you—
[Snrrk, wait, hahaha oh god is he serious. Karkat is trying not to laugh, really he is, but a snicker escapes him anyway because holy fucking shit, Dave helping someone with their romantic troubles? As for Penny, well... yeah, it's kind of obvious what's going on there.]
Dave. Bro. Are you sure you got this? Because, okay, it's one quadrant, but human romance is still pretty fucking complicated.
[And Penny's... he's not sure, exactly, but he knows enough to worry.]
[Karkat is distracted and therefore not entirely up to speed, but with the game of keep away concluded already, he relaxes enough to focus on the conversation. Helping Penny with... ah.]
Things. Romance? Dave, are you—
[Snrrk, wait, hahaha oh god is he serious. Karkat is trying not to laugh, really he is, but a snicker escapes him anyway because holy fucking shit, Dave helping someone with their romantic troubles? As for Penny, well... yeah, it's kind of obvious what's going on there.]
Dave. Bro. Are you sure you got this? Because, okay, it's one quadrant, but human romance is still pretty fucking complicated.
[And Penny's... he's not sure, exactly, but he knows enough to worry.]
[That is the thing, isn't it? She's been keeping it all in, and..
Ashley blinks shining eyes and looks away...but she starts to talk. Maybe it's easier, not seeing Dave's face.]
You... H-how could you... How could you do that to us? To- if not just to me, to Sam, to Chris! Did you think it'd- it'd fix everything, it'd make it all better, why did you make me s-see that? Your f-fucking...body, hanging there, why did you make Ch-Chris...
[She takes a deep breath.]
How could you make him choose? Twice? Do you know what that- what that'll do to him? ...What that did to me, every night, I still see... [Ashley hasn't told Dave this part. Her breath catches.
...and she continues.] See the gun at his chin. When I thought it was real, I...I wanted to die, Josh, just so- so he wouldn't have to, so I wouldn't have to see that, I wanted to so I wouldn't have to see what was left, how could you put that in my head, how could y-you...play on everything we- everything I was afraid of like that, I thought--
[Her shoulders tremble. Her eyes are squeezed shut.]
I'm sorry. I'm so...so sorry, I've been sorry and I can never change it, but now- now neither can you. [Instead of furious, like it has been, Ashley's voice just sounds strained. Like she's holding in tears.] You can't...e-even apologize, you just- left me with that for the picture of one of m-my best friends, that's- the last time I saw you, raving about your fucking masterpiece, and- and I h-hate it.
[She opens her eyes and looks at Dave. She can't hold back her tears now.]
I hate you. I hate that you've left me w-with this. I-I hate that I c-can't just hate you. I hate th-that every...damn memory o-of...everything is covered in that, a-and I wish I could just hit you and try to learn how to forgive you, Josh!
[The Pokégear trembles in her hands and Ashley almost drops it to her lap. Almost. Pink ribbons signal Arwen's arrive, and the Sylveon starts nuzzling into Ashley's side as she sobs.]
I j-just wanted to find a way to forgive him.
Ashley blinks shining eyes and looks away...but she starts to talk. Maybe it's easier, not seeing Dave's face.]
You... H-how could you... How could you do that to us? To- if not just to me, to Sam, to Chris! Did you think it'd- it'd fix everything, it'd make it all better, why did you make me s-see that? Your f-fucking...body, hanging there, why did you make Ch-Chris...
[She takes a deep breath.]
How could you make him choose? Twice? Do you know what that- what that'll do to him? ...What that did to me, every night, I still see... [Ashley hasn't told Dave this part. Her breath catches.
...and she continues.] See the gun at his chin. When I thought it was real, I...I wanted to die, Josh, just so- so he wouldn't have to, so I wouldn't have to see that, I wanted to so I wouldn't have to see what was left, how could you put that in my head, how could y-you...play on everything we- everything I was afraid of like that, I thought--
[Her shoulders tremble. Her eyes are squeezed shut.]
I'm sorry. I'm so...so sorry, I've been sorry and I can never change it, but now- now neither can you. [Instead of furious, like it has been, Ashley's voice just sounds strained. Like she's holding in tears.] You can't...e-even apologize, you just- left me with that for the picture of one of m-my best friends, that's- the last time I saw you, raving about your fucking masterpiece, and- and I h-hate it.
[She opens her eyes and looks at Dave. She can't hold back her tears now.]
I hate you. I hate that you've left me w-with this. I-I hate that I c-can't just hate you. I hate th-that every...damn memory o-of...everything is covered in that, a-and I wish I could just hit you and try to learn how to forgive you, Josh!
[The Pokégear trembles in her hands and Ashley almost drops it to her lap. Almost. Pink ribbons signal Arwen's arrive, and the Sylveon starts nuzzling into Ashley's side as she sobs.]
I j-just wanted to find a way to forgive him.
[Dave has to swallow before he can reply. He made the offer sincerely, and he wouldn't take it back; it was obviously the right thing to do, just listen to her, she needed this like he needed--like he needs--like, anyway, this isn't about him.
It's still hard to sit there and hear all of it. Not even because of the words, really, because he still only half-understands some parts (and maybe doesn't want to understand, fully, until he's got some time to think it over); but listening to Ashley push the words out, hearing the real, raw feeling in there, everything for her friend, all the betrayal and love--]
I wish I could be there and hug you right the fuck now, Ashley.
[He keeps from hugging himself, barely, by balling his hands on his knees and biting his tongue.]
I wish...do you even know, how, how...I wish those were words I could've said, too. I wish you could've said them to Josh when he was here, you both need--
[His voice threatens to break and he cuts himself off and shakes his head, raking his hair back again, looking off to the side until he masters himself.]
Did...is that working at all, do you feel... [Dave, fucklord, she's crying.] I mean, take your time.
It's still hard to sit there and hear all of it. Not even because of the words, really, because he still only half-understands some parts (and maybe doesn't want to understand, fully, until he's got some time to think it over); but listening to Ashley push the words out, hearing the real, raw feeling in there, everything for her friend, all the betrayal and love--]
I wish I could be there and hug you right the fuck now, Ashley.
[He keeps from hugging himself, barely, by balling his hands on his knees and biting his tongue.]
I wish...do you even know, how, how...I wish those were words I could've said, too. I wish you could've said them to Josh when he was here, you both need--
[His voice threatens to break and he cuts himself off and shakes his head, raking his hair back again, looking off to the side until he masters himself.]
Did...is that working at all, do you feel... [Dave, fucklord, she's crying.] I mean, take your time.
[Time to reach up again and push with embarrassed grumpiness on Karkat's face. Congratulations, Karkat, you are pale-dating an actual human feline.]
Um, fuck you kindly, dude, I know how human romance is supposed to work. [In a lower mutter:] Just 'cause I never dated a human...
[Grumbling, he puts his head back down on Karkat's chest and sighs.]
Look, she's just, like, sheltered to a stupid degree, okay? When we first talked about it, she didn't even know that that was a thing. I mean, girls being attracted to other girls. Nobody ever told her. So I can at least address the fucking basics, like, you know, that kind of shit being okay and probably wonderful, I don't know, I'm not a girl who's attracted to other girls, it's a little outside my realm of experience.
[But someone's gotta be Rose around here, and he's genetically the closest thing they've got.
Besides, he may not be a girl attracted to other girls, but...well, anyway.]
And it's not some huge travail for me to glance through the gay YA shelf to find books that don't paint same-sex romance as some kind of, I dunno, end of the world huge deal, I guess. I'm just making sure she doesn't run into discouraging shit, I'm not priming her to be sassy girl teen human Casanova or anything. I can handle that much.
Um, fuck you kindly, dude, I know how human romance is supposed to work. [In a lower mutter:] Just 'cause I never dated a human...
[Grumbling, he puts his head back down on Karkat's chest and sighs.]
Look, she's just, like, sheltered to a stupid degree, okay? When we first talked about it, she didn't even know that that was a thing. I mean, girls being attracted to other girls. Nobody ever told her. So I can at least address the fucking basics, like, you know, that kind of shit being okay and probably wonderful, I don't know, I'm not a girl who's attracted to other girls, it's a little outside my realm of experience.
[But someone's gotta be Rose around here, and he's genetically the closest thing they've got.
Besides, he may not be a girl attracted to other girls, but...well, anyway.]
And it's not some huge travail for me to glance through the gay YA shelf to find books that don't paint same-sex romance as some kind of, I dunno, end of the world huge deal, I guess. I'm just making sure she doesn't run into discouraging shit, I'm not priming her to be sassy girl teen human Casanova or anything. I can handle that much.
Because when else should you bring this up but mid June while wrangling cows
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2016-07-05 01:05 am (UTC)(link)
[All things considered, Jade's quite the natural at herding the Miltank and Tauros back into their proper places. Sirius is having a grand time with circling around the stampeding Pokemon and using his much greater size to lead them back.
It took her a few tries, but eventually she was able to get the lassoing thing.]
Hey, Dave? [She casually looks over her shoulder to talk to him while bringing down an angry snorting Taurus to her level.] If Ruby and her friends have Team RWBY, what does that make our team?
It took her a few tries, but eventually she was able to get the lassoing thing.]
Hey, Dave? [She casually looks over her shoulder to talk to him while bringing down an angry snorting Taurus to her level.] If Ruby and her friends have Team RWBY, what does that make our team?
Mnnh?
[Dave is currently treed. What kind of idiot wears red to wrangle cattle? A really dumb idiot, that's who. The red cape thing might be a stereotype but that's what Pokémon runs on, apparently.
So there he is, biding his time in the branches until the Miltank loses interest, because this is what happens when you're a woefully urban Texan in the wilderness and lose control of your life.]
I dunno, it depends, doesn't it? Are we talking about our original posse or us and Dirk and Karkat?
[Dave is currently treed. What kind of idiot wears red to wrangle cattle? A really dumb idiot, that's who. The red cape thing might be a stereotype but that's what Pokémon runs on, apparently.
So there he is, biding his time in the branches until the Miltank loses interest, because this is what happens when you're a woefully urban Texan in the wilderness and lose control of your life.]
I dunno, it depends, doesn't it? Are we talking about our original posse or us and Dirk and Karkat?
Us plus Dirk and Karkat, I suppose. J-J-D-D-K? Geez, that's a lot of letters, how are we going to make a clever homophonic acronym out of that.
[The advantage to having Grass types in abundance is they're always on standby to sprinkle some Sleep Powder around for the more rowdy creatures like the bull Jade is currently handling. Once it's asleep, she passes off carrying duties to Sirius and turns back to Dave.]
Hehe, you need some help there, pard'ner?
[Jade is this really a good time to be making fun of your friend's accent.]
[The advantage to having Grass types in abundance is they're always on standby to sprinkle some Sleep Powder around for the more rowdy creatures like the bull Jade is currently handling. Once it's asleep, she passes off carrying duties to Sirius and turns back to Dave.]
Hehe, you need some help there, pard'ner?
[Jade is this really a good time to be making fun of your friend's accent.]
Naw, I'm good, I got this.
[He makes no move to got this. Or to come down. Dave could stay in this tree for the rest of his life, he's pretty sure. Could raise some kids in this tree. Could grow old and retire in this tree.]
J-J-D-D-K. Shit, I don't know. I've been reliably informed the leader's gotta have the first letter, too, so we can't cheat and make it DJ something-or-other. Like, DJ Jacked. Because we're all jacked as hell.
[He flexes a bicep, up there in the tree. Maybe. It's sort of hard to tell, since he doesn't have much bicep to speak of.]
[He makes no move to got this. Or to come down. Dave could stay in this tree for the rest of his life, he's pretty sure. Could raise some kids in this tree. Could grow old and retire in this tree.]
J-J-D-D-K. Shit, I don't know. I've been reliably informed the leader's gotta have the first letter, too, so we can't cheat and make it DJ something-or-other. Like, DJ Jacked. Because we're all jacked as hell.
[He flexes a bicep, up there in the tree. Maybe. It's sort of hard to tell, since he doesn't have much bicep to speak of.]
Yeah totally, Dave, I am swooning as we speak at your levels of swole.
[See, she's even putting a hand to her forehead to imitate the most artful swoon these cows and Dave have ever seen.]
Well...Weiss's name makes up the U part in the "ruby" sound...even though W is not a single U trying to make it on its own. So I don't think anyone will penalize us for not making a perfect transfer. "Jacked" seems like it would work for our J-J-D-D-K needs, except the connotations are a little awkward considering our history.
[They all got Jacked one way or another.]
If we rearrange it to JJKDD maybe it can be "Joked"? John would probably enjoy that.
[See, she's even putting a hand to her forehead to imitate the most artful swoon these cows and Dave have ever seen.]
Well...Weiss's name makes up the U part in the "ruby" sound...even though W is not a single U trying to make it on its own. So I don't think anyone will penalize us for not making a perfect transfer. "Jacked" seems like it would work for our J-J-D-D-K needs, except the connotations are a little awkward considering our history.
[They all got Jacked one way or another.]
If we rearrange it to JJKDD maybe it can be "Joked"? John would probably enjoy that.
Dave, Dave!
[Hello, it's your Daily Dose Of Frisk on the line! The camera starts out zoomed in very close to their face, and they're try and failing to stifle a bunch of giggles.]
Look, they--ehe! They made me a crown!
[Frisk tilts the camera up carefully and reveals that they have somehow made friends with yet another little batch of Pokemon--this one a pack of six Flabebe, all with yellow flowers, that are sitting in a circle on the kid's head. They seem quite content there, chattering to each other and giving the 'Gear a curious look.]
I'm th' Monarch now!
[Hello, it's your Daily Dose Of Frisk on the line! The camera starts out zoomed in very close to their face, and they're try and failing to stifle a bunch of giggles.]
Look, they--ehe! They made me a crown!
[Frisk tilts the camera up carefully and reveals that they have somehow made friends with yet another little batch of Pokemon--this one a pack of six Flabebe, all with yellow flowers, that are sitting in a circle on the kid's head. They seem quite content there, chattering to each other and giving the 'Gear a curious look.]
I'm th' Monarch now!
[Text] Backdated to after Prom, Late Morning/Early Afternoon
in4apounding
2016-07-05 01:50 pm (UTC)(link)
Dave?
Where
Did anything
Are you okay?
Where
Did anything
Are you okay?
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