[His comm randomly comes on probably because of Zelda, and it shows Dave in bed. The blond's back is to the camera, and, as it is almost two in the afternoon, he should be awake. But he's not
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[Dave turns over in his bed, no sunglasses since he hasn't even gotten out of bed today, and oh hi John and Zelda. He gives his baby crocodile a half-hearted glare as she sits innocently on his comm device.]
[The blond gives him a "how the fuck should I know" look.]
I feel like shit, tired as if I've been up on the rooftop Strifin' since the beginnin' of the month nonstop, like I can't ever feel what warmth even is, and that I might have to projectile vomit my entire digestive system at any given moment.
[John reaches into the closet and pulls out some apple juice and a mug of soup. He brings them over and sets them on some sort of surface Dave probably has near his bed.]
I just pulled this out of the closet, so no need to worry.
Bro is a nurse and ninja security guard in one. He'll have this room quarantined before you know it with limited visiting hours. Worse than a fuckin' hospital.
[Dave only eats about half the bowl of soup before setting it aside. He doesn't think he can stomach much more without the fear of seeing it again.]
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Dave, you horse's ass.
John hurries over, knocking on the door gently. If Dave doesn't answer, he's still coming in.]
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Dave is actually hoping that the dickwad at the door will leave if he acts like he's not there.]
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You know, quietly.]
Dave? You okay? You kind of just sickdialed the whole mansion.
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I'm fine, just takin' a nap to kill the boredom.
[That's so obviously a lie.]
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[John walks a bit closer.]
Cold or flu?
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[The blond gives him a "how the fuck should I know" look.]
I feel like shit, tired as if I've been up on the rooftop Strifin' since the beginnin' of the month nonstop, like I can't ever feel what warmth even is, and that I might have to projectile vomit my entire digestive system at any given moment.
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[He pauses, eyes rolling up as he tries to remember what his dad would do for him when he was sick.]
I think you need more blankets.
[John runs over to the closet and, using the windy thing, starts floating blankets over the bed.]
Tell me when you think you're gonna die.
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[Zelda hisses at the sudden blankets that look like they're attacking her beloved owner.]
Shush, Zelda, let Egbert work his magical windy bullshit.
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I just pulled this out of the closet, so no need to worry.
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[He takes the soup and slowly eats it.]
Guess our plans got kinda ruined.
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[John pulls up a chair, giving Dave a Look, but he doesn't say anything.]
I guess your Bro's probably gonna call in the cavalry anyway, but I'd feel bad if I didn't do anything. Getting sick is balls.
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[Dave only eats about half the bowl of soup before setting it aside. He doesn't think he can stomach much more without the fear of seeing it again.]
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[John plays with his hood, some new wheels turning since Dave brought up the date again.]
You excited?
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[Yep, lying back down is a good idea right now. It sucks having practically no energy.]
For the date? Somewhat. My excitement levels will be fuckin' skyrocketin' the more I get over this damn sickness.
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Well. It's gonna be awesome. And. Romantic. All kinds of romantic.
[Nngh, okay, the teasing has a line and he's starting to feel awkward about it himself, so...]
Bromantic.
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[There's nothing awkward about anything when doped up on the sniffles. Unless he throws up on John, but THAT HOPEFULLY WON'T HAPPEN.]
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