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[featheryasshole]

[Davesprite's voice is much more quiet and subdued than normally.]

I need someone who's good with tracking wearables and shit.

I keep trying to find Bro and it says he's gone, but I'm not so great with this stuff, so. If anyone who is could confirm whether he's still here or not, that'd be great.

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[manipul8trix]

Oh.

That'd explain why he. Didn't flip every single shit about your. Situation, huh.

Want me to come over?

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[manipul8trix]

So... You're going to express your sadness or whatever by staring at nothing? Great plan. Way better than Pantsless'.

If you want to break something, I can give you an oracle or eight.

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[featheryasshole]

Breaking shit isn't going to bring him back.

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[manipul8trix]

Noooooooo, but it'll make you feel better until he does get back.

[She holds out an 8-ball.]

I'll even clean up the broken bits when you're done. One-time-only offer!

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[featheryasshole]

Thanks, but.

[Not taking the ball.]

Not really my thing.

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[manipul8trix]

And sitting in silence and being all weird and blank about it is your thing?

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[featheryasshole]

Yeah. It is.

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[manipul8trix]

No. It's not.

[This is where Davesprite would get shoved if he wasn't sitting on Vriska Junior the egg. As it is, he gets a light pap on the arm.]

You asked me to come over for a reason, dopedouche! Pretty sure you could stare at the walls all by yourself. Duh.

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[featheryasshole]

[He finally looks at her now, his expression helpless and scared.]

Then what am I supposed to do?

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[manipul8trix]

Hey, he's going to come back!

[HUG TIME. This pretty much goes without saying.]

But until he does, you don't have to do the cooldouchey pokerfacey hurr-bluh-what-am-emotions thing with me. Moron.

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[featheryasshole]

[ALL THE HUGCLINGAN

carefully, of course
because egg]

Why did he have to go now?

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[manipul8trix]

Because the transportalisers have a sick sense of humour, duh, you know that. I'll punch the next one I use. Just for you!

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That and I'll like. Be here for you and stuff. All that supportive shit. Plus the punching.

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[featheryasshole]

[That gets a tiny dry laugh out of him.]

Yeah, I'm sure they'll be so scared of your punchings they'll never pull shit like this again.

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[manipul8trix]

Hey, you are seriously underestimating the terrifyingness of my punches! Rude.

[Tiny squeeze.]

...It'll be okay. Trust me! At least this way you don't have to worry about him trying to give your egg one of his weird puppets. Right?

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[featheryasshole]

...Yeah. Heh, he probably would try to give it a puppet or something. Dude is a true paragon of parenthood.

Actually, I should probably move out when the egg hatches. This isn't really the right place for raising a little kid.

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[manipul8trix]

It's not?

[True - according to Vriska's views on parenting, Striderhaus could do with a more spiderwebs and murders and journalporn. BUT HUMANS ARE WEIRD, JEGUS]

Hey. You could stay with me and John! Like. We've pretty much comandeered the entire apartment block at our new place, so. You and Harley and Vriska Junior could move into one of the empty ones!