Once upon a time in the state of Florida a totally cool guy romanced an excellent lady and everything was pretty rad and groovy.
Okay, no, wait, the other thing.
It was awkward, and embarrassing and kind of perilous at points. But also totally un-ironically the best thing that ever happened.
Florida.
Orlando.
Disneyworld.
The Magic Kingdom.
A certain car in the Haunted Mansion.
-00:20:25“Dave, this is ridiculous. Am I supposed to believe that amateurish hologram is the enraged spirit of my ancestor returned to collect my viscous sloshing fear fluid in its ethereal horrorsacs
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In retrospect, letting Terezi pull out that fucking mangled coin to make decisions about which ride to do first was a move as smooth as the prickly ass of a lumberjack with a raging case of haemorrhoids. But then retrospect and his fuck buddy hindsight were both 20/20 motherfuckers and Dave was here in this moulded plastic warren of moth eaten animatronics and technicolour vomiting sticky children, with a blind troll licking the park map like it was her last grains of crack. Sometimes life just dealt you these rough blows and you do what any coolkid would and roll with it.
Terezi takes one last, lingering sniff of the pastel frothing map then folds it up and tucks it in her bra. Dave pointedly looks somewhere over her shoulder as her hand slips under her shirt and out again. A corner pokes out above her collar, the rectangular outline clear against her tee shirt. When she first did this he had pointed out that he was the proud owner of a selection of pockets, but she had just arched a brow and said am I embarrassing you
( ... )
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Okay, no, wait, the other thing.
It was awkward, and embarrassing and kind of perilous at points. But also totally un-ironically the best thing that ever happened.
Florida.
Orlando.
Disneyworld.
The Magic Kingdom.
A certain car in the Haunted Mansion.
-00:20:25“Dave, this is ridiculous. Am I supposed to believe that amateurish hologram is the enraged spirit of my ancestor returned to collect my viscous sloshing fear fluid in its ethereal horrorsacs ( ... )
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In retrospect, letting Terezi pull out that fucking mangled coin to make decisions about which ride to do first was a move as smooth as the prickly ass of a lumberjack with a raging case of haemorrhoids. But then retrospect and his fuck buddy hindsight were both 20/20 motherfuckers and Dave was here in this moulded plastic warren of moth eaten animatronics and technicolour vomiting sticky children, with a blind troll licking the park map like it was her last grains of crack. Sometimes life just dealt you these rough blows and you do what any coolkid would and roll with it.
Terezi takes one last, lingering sniff of the pastel frothing map then folds it up and tucks it in her bra. Dave pointedly looks somewhere over her shoulder as her hand slips under her shirt and out again. A corner pokes out above her collar, the rectangular outline clear against her tee shirt. When she first did this he had pointed out that he was the proud owner of a selection of pockets, but she had just arched a brow and said am I embarrassing you ( ... )
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