Dave: Have a chat with your feathered stabself.
Who: Dave Strider and Davesprite
When: A week after Dave's arrival
Where: Some old hotel
Rating: R for sloppy makeouts strong language and innuendo
Summary: They meet again
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When: A week after Dave's arrival
Where: Some old hotel
Rating: R for sloppy makeouts strong language and innuendo
Summary: They meet again
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So when he heard the movement from downstairs he waited for a while, seeing if whoever it was planned to just snoop around a bit and bail or if there was some other reason. Because really, who else would come to a place like this? When he goes down to investigate though, somehow he's not surprised at who he finds.
"Sup."
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"Sup. You followed me here?"
Dave wasn't startled to see him either. After all, he is one of his favorite people, if not his favorite person. He was a bird for sore eyes, as egotistical as that was.
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He couldn't quite bring himself to say that if things worked normally around here he should technically be like in Jade's pocket or something, but he's not sure if this coolkid is ready for serious shit like that. He's just glad Dave didn't have to see him the way Jack left him. This place was good for that at least, free magical medical treatment and all that.
"This place pulls us from different points in the timeline. So what's the last you remember?"
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That was literally the last thing he had remembered. At first, he thought this was part of the weird dream sequence. He's still not completely sure that it's not. He's confused about what's real and what's not, that much was to be expected. Even though it wasn't written on his face, he was almost sure that his sprite self could tell what he was thinking, or at least his mood.
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"I was in Jade's hands, along with all the other plants she was holding. When she hit God Tier, she combined with her spriteself and shrunk down all of our planets so she could take them with. It was pretty awesome to see."
He wasn't going to add in the thoughts on the matter, they were inconsequential really when it all came down to it anyways.
"Woke up fully healed in this place, had a few chats, slammed with Makara and have been chillin with Russian crows since then."
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"Wait. Isn't that the stupid clown? He attacked me like a fat dude to a turkey on Christmas. Oh shit, is that offensive to you? Sorry, man."
He was still bruised up over it. That conversation with the ICP worshiper had ended up pretty strangely.
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"Yeah, that's him. Gamzee Makarka. He's pretty pissed over the whole ICP video thing. I got off cause I hadn't sent him the video yet in my timeline, so it's not me he's got a grudge against. We're actually pretty chill. You might be kinda fucked though, sorry bro."
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Dave didn't bother to hide his smile either. It was stupid to try to put on the cool face for him; he saw through it way too easily. He sat back on the bed and patted at it, shrugging. He enjoyed his company; it wasn't stressful and he didn't have to talk about relevant things.
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"Gotta be careful around the clown man, religious crisis combined with whatever psychosis he's got going on can't be a good mix. Though he's from far enough back where he remembers the convo where you sent him the video but not the part where he went all batshit and bitching and whining on us when we first spoke to him."
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"He doesn't know what's going on. It's cool." He almost asked him who he'd run into, but there was plenty of time for logical discussion later. He hadn't had a chance to just bullshit with anyone in awhile.
"I miss my camera. So much potential for good photography here."
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"Damn it feels like it's been so long since I've had mine, but yeah you're right. Sucks worse than a five buck prostitute on a subway in the ghetto. Also I wasn't even shitting you before, the crows here have Russian accents. It's freaky as hell but enough time hanging out with them and I think I can almost understand them. And they're Russian."
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Dave leaned forward and examined the other lazily, tipping down his sunglasses. It was already dark in the room, and the sunglasses just made it darker. Sliding them down was like cranking up the brightness on an old monitor he'd gotten used to over the years.
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The amusement was clear on his face, because clearly there was no possible way he could argue with the other's logic. It was just too flawless.
"If such an awesome dude's gonna be staying here though, I think I might just stick around for a while longer than planned. Can't pass up the chance to hang with the coolest motherfucker in this dumpass place."
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His eyebrows raised, he rested back against the headboard and sort of slouched, stretching. He hadn't been that comfortable in awhile.
"You should. It's much better than hanging out with some crow assholes who you can't even understand. We can even lay down some sicknasty fires later if you want."
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He gave a shrug, wings flexing against his back before resettling behind him. It was harder to lean against something with the damn things, but he'd at least learned it doesn't feel too bad so long as they're at the right angle.
"And I'd be up for it, just a little out of practice over here. Haven't had time for that shit in months save for when I was chillin with Makara.
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Dave wasn't about to start pushing for it right now, though. It was too relaxed of an atmosphere. The bare lightbulb on the ceiling flickered on and out now and again, but when it was on, he used the minimal light to actually examine the other's feathers. He wanted to tell him to make himself comfortable, but he wasn't even sure if that was possible with those things.
The room was a little cold, and soon he found his toes curling underneath the blankets. As a Texas native, he didn't have the best cold tolerance in the world. In fact, it was almost non-existent.
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