[4] Action/Video: D is for Domestic

[pricesandvaules]

Anyone wandering the orchard today might bump into a certain tall, dark mobster-alien, incongruously equipped with a wicker basket over one arm.
Droog is still nursing injuries from the last event--there are all manner of cracks and cuts and odd, heat-warped places on his carapace hidden beneath clothes and tidily wrapped bandaging, and we're not

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kitchen <3

[hamburellakind]

[John wanders in, hungry for something though at this point he is not sure what.

And then he spots the apple and he is quite sure he wants an apple. Well, maybe not the one this guy is eating.]

Hey, uh, you got any more of those?

[hamburellakind]

Oh. Well, he was from Derse too, probably. He ate shaving cream.

[John eyes the apple carefully. Well, it didn't taste strange to him, so it's probably okay.]

[pricesandvaules]

It's cool, John, poison isn't Droog's style.

We don't all know each other.

[hamburellakind]

[He was more wondering if all Dersites eat weird stuff. Maybe the apple was not an apple!]

Oh.

Oh man.

I feel like such a racist.

[D:]

this thread is the best thread. John I'm dying.

[pricesandvaules]

John is a very innocent person.

Such a what?

And so, in some ways, is Droog.

XDDDD YEAH I'M PRETTY HAPPY WITH IT

[hamburellakind]

A racist. Or, uh, I guess a carapacist? I mean, I shouldn't assume stuff about you just because you guys have the same color carapace! That's awful!

[SINCERE FACE.]

I'm really sorry, sir.

[pricesandvaules]

What. What even.
But he could get used to sir.

Eat your apple.

[hamburellakind]

...Okay.

[Munchmunchmunch.]

Uh, what's your name, by the way?

[pricesandvaules]

Still with the questions?
But all right, John. Only because you are hitting all the right derp buttons.

Diamonds Droog.

[hamburellakind]

Oooh. That's really cool!

Uh, I'm John. John Egbert.

[pricesandvaules]

I'll remember it.

He owes Droog a favor, after all.

[hamburellakind]

[Munchmunchmunch.]

So, uh, how long have you been in the mansion?

[pricesandvaules]

Couple months. Around the same time as that big party.

He picks up a bit of apple and crunches it carefully. Om nom.

[hamburellakind]

Oh, apparently I was there! I don't remember it though.

[pricesandvaules]

He shrugs.

I wouldn't worry about it.

That's weird time shit for you.

[hamburellakind]

I try not to worry about things, yeah.

[...]

Soooo, are you a businessman?

[It's kind of funny(/horrifying) to imagine Dersites going to regular jobs!]