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"Hi, Jaune Arc here! ...Except that, I'm actually not here right now. Or maybe I am and I just re-discovered decent comic books but I mean, I'm probably not ignoring you. So leave me a message. Unless you were trying to call someone else. Then you should call them. Smiley face."

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yeah yeah just
hurry up ok?

ok ok
im getting past your robots
ding dong answer the door

[ hellllo ]

you never hurt me
hold on

[ and we'll talk now ]

Here, Jaune. I switched it over for ya. You can stop trying to drink and text.

don't worry i gave you clear bits

clearance*

[Jaune answers the door and puts a hand on Dave's shoulder to draw him in.]

You're a little late.

Dave?

[Jaune's voice sounds off, like he's trying very hard to sound articulate but doesn't quite succeed.]

But I can't see you.

Yo.

Did you need video?

I need a lot of things but I think a video would make it worst.

I think I see your building. Hang on--

[He pockets his device and there's the sound of feet on brick.

Is he trying to parkour up to the apartment? Yes he is.]

Uh...

[ he turns his head towards the window. then goes to locate the one that jaune's probably trying to scale the wall to reach and pokes his head out of it ]

Door.

What about it?

[his foot slips. cursing loudly, he grapples on and struggles to climb back up.]

[ he glances at the hand on his shoulder then looks up. is this hug time. is it. ]

No, I'm not.

It fucking exists.

[ watching him v e r y carefully ]

Dude, you ain't got this.

You know what else exists? DO YOU KNOW WHAT ELSE EXISTS, DAVE?

It's fine, it's cool I got thi-- [oh. there he goes. good thing he has his aura to break the fall, but that doesn't stop it from hurting.]

Dave? I'm gonna take the door.

Yeah you are.

[his expression is hard to read. like he's trying very hard not to be overwhelming. but there are tears in the corners of his eyes and he tries to pull him into a hug. hug time.

when jaune feels strongly enough, which he does right now, he tends to forget his own strength. so enjoy your rib-crushing hug dave while his face is on your shoulder, voice cracking.]

Thank you.

[ dave's hard to read, well-practiced in the art of keeping his mouth in a straight line. he frowns a little at jaune because he looks like he's about to break down into some serious tears.

and then he's being crushed to death. holy shit. dave actually makes a little squeaky sound and squirms somewhat before trying to get his arms around jaune and hug him back. must return hug.

ow. ]

Okay. You're welcome.

Concrete?

[ there he goes. dave actually went out the window, jumping right out to try and catch him. but jaune already hit the floor and is perfectly okay down there so he stops before he hits the ground. hovers there. ]

Ha. Jesus Christ. Okay. Just give me your hand. I'll pull you up.

Maaaaybe...?

[he squints a little and then just. stares at him.

is this real.

is he losing it. he has no idea.]

Dave...Dave you're not a ghost again, are you?

Edited 2017-01-08 01:59 (UTC)

I fucking hope not. There's already too many ghost Daves in the fucking afterlife. Why is everyone always so surprised? Dude, did I mention the flying thing? I feel like I've mentioned this. Capes are for flying. Take my hands, bro.

[ or dave will just take them for jaune, which is what he's doing. ]

Okay? [ permission to up up and window? ]

It's different seeing it in person. And I just wanted to be su--okay.

[he couldn't have asked him sooner. jaune eagerly takes dave's hands, excited for the chance to fly.

he misses flying.]

Can we go somewhere else?

And hup. [ he makes sure he has a good grip on his hands and pulls him off the ground slowly by a few feet. he closes the window with his foot when he gets to it. ]

Yeah, sure. I wasn't expecting this to turn into a fucking free ride across town. Let's go over the flight safety instructions of Strider Air. Jaune, my name is Dave Strider and I will be your Captain today. Welcome aboard the Dave, flight number Dave, non-stop from I don't know to where-the-fuck-ever. Since we do not have seatbelts please hold on to the Dave at all times or there will be a fucking drop right to the god damn sidewalk. We suggest you keep a tight grip as we may experience turbulan- ha ha just kidding. I am a perfect fucking pilot. Holy shit. Please take a moment to locate the nearest exit which is nowhere because now you're fucking stuck and if we crash, you're coming the fuck down with me. Snooze you loser, sucker. Oxygen and air-pressure are not being paid the slightest bit of attention to so we can skip over that part where I mention that we don't have any oxygen masks to chill you the hell out if we start spiraling down or I just straight up drop you, which is unlikely but who knows. We're on new ground. Or no ground. Because we're flying. Pilot jokes. If you are traveling with a child, please remind yourself that the child is Dave and he will be responsible for your life for the entire duration of the flight.

At this time, portable electronic devices should remain in your pockets until you learn how to hold on to me with one hand while simultaneously looking at your phone. We remind you that this is a non-smoking flight. Tampering with, disabling, or destroying my fucking air flow is prohibited by my foot that will go right up your ass.

You will find everything I just said and all the other safety information never again because I'm not repeating myself. If you have any questions, just hold on to those because I don't really care. Enjoy your flight or whatever.

Where to?

[flopping down on the floor, jaune stays on his back and stares at the ceiling.]

I think I can see words on the ceiling.

[he listens to the rules, doing his best to pay attention, but he sits up all of the sudden, looking alarmed.]

You're-- You're right. I'm the adult. So I should do the flying.

[ he probably should have let go of jaune before there was flopping because dave just stumbled over and hit the floor in a way that was far less graceful than a flop. ]

Yeeeah. [ he lets go and gets up, making sure the window is locked ]

I'd hate to break it to you but I'm pretty sure I have to do the flying.

That doesn't seem fair.

[Are you okay, Dave? He crawls over to him and stares.]

You're short, and I'm...not.

[ he's fiiiine.
adjusts his glasses. a lens pop out. oh. tries to stick it back in there.

eyebrow raise ]

Thanks for pointing that out. What the fuck does that have to do with flying?

I--

I'm sorry, let me fix them! [because, you know, it makes complete sense to let the less coordinated one try to fix dave's glasses.]

It means I might bump into things or slow you down.

Edited 2017-01-08 06:13 (UTC)

It's no biggie. These are cheap as shit. I got it. [ see? back in.

oh there goes the other eye. uh. ]

Not if I'm flying?

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