Rainbows are ironic.

[bromanteau]

Characters: Dave Strider and Bro Strider
Setting: Strider apartment, pre-Sburb, Wednesday
Content: Mundane Strider day.
Format: Prose
Warnings: Convoluted Strider metaphors and probably shitty raps at some point.

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[alohac]

And at 4:13:45am, pulling on pants, Dave entered the kitchen in search of an early morning snack. He should've been sleeping for school the next day, but he hadn't actually gone in a week. He just didn't feel like it. As it was, he'd been up all night talking to John and Jade on pesterchum while creating a four-part series of webcomics that were almost guaranteed to be ironically popular.

He avoided the puppet plush on the floor (cool, but god they were kinda creepy) and headed towards the fridge before stopping. Dave looked at the boxes, trying to figure out what his Bro wanted for such a delicious offering. It was more confusing than why Cal was on the ceiling (seriously, he'd just given up on understanding the cool ways of Cal). So it was only appropriate to ask his Bro.

"Sup?"

[bromanteau]

He looked at Dave and took in his disheveled, morning hair. He didn't have to stalk him in his room to know he stayed up to talk to his unironic "friends" -- the flighty, Freud fetishist, the nerdy, repressed homosexual and the magical fairy that lived in Africa. The little fucker was so easy to read.

"Sup, lil' man. I see you're cravin for some delicious swords down your throat, masterin' the art of sword eating at the ungodly hour of 4am because your shitty bro can't be assed to buy you some goddamn rainbow cornflakes now and then. Well, whatever, if you're lookin' for some burritos then sorry to disappoint you because I have something better."

[alohac]

He nodded, slightly; it was always better to greet Bro than to ignore him. To do that would definitely earn a beatdown, and it was 4:14 in the morning now and slightly cold outside, unusual for Houston.

Dave looked at the boxes before turning back to Bro. "Looks like the Chinese fairy visited with his friend Ms. Cupcake."

[bromanteau]

"Yeah, I saw them break and enter earlier. They poofed up some breakfast with a fabulous twirl and left, but not without tripping on a puppet like fuckin' goobers first. Now eat up and don't choke on the shurikens. Your body would be hells difficult to get rid of."