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I can do that and I'm doing it right fucking now, you piece of shit. I'll be as stubborn as a want. [ he only unfolds his arms to pull his hood over his head. they're refolded a second later. ]

When? I'm still not recalling. [ sinking his chin down ] Okay.

Don't you think that's kind of a low blow? I'm not the one constantly deflecting everything with dick jokes and sick rap lines. [makes a face at that. he's personally offended.]

When I said the wrong fucking thing and you got all closed off because I can't say something nice without insulting someone or making them want to run off or dating their paperwork instead of me should I shut up I should probably shut up I'm not making things better I'm making things worse. Okay. I'll stop talking.

Bitch, you don't even answer half my questions. You just breeze over them when they're personal and pretend they don't exist. [ dave's not offended. his rap lines ARE sick. ]

Chill the fuck out, Jaune. I'm not closed off because you said anything wrong. And also what? I thought Weiss was dating the denim furry with the abs?

[stops. stares and makes some annoyed noises.] Since when did you become the Compost King?

But you just said it. I screwed up and implied you weren't normal and-- Oh no, nope do not bring Sun Fucking Whatshislastname into this with his whole creepy fruit fetish and inability to wear anything but three year old jeans but-- [he raises his pitch like he's trying to talk high and imitate weiss.] It's okay if Sun Sun dresses like a slob because he draws on his abs! I'm Sun, I take the best person in the world for granted and I think my business puns are funny!

[spreads his arms. he stood up at some point and was pacing. he stops when he realizes what he's doing and lets his arms drop to his sides.]

Edited 2017-02-19 06:58 (UTC)

Are you calling me a trash king? [ that's pretty funny, actually. too bad he's not in the mood to even crack a half-assed smirk at it. he keeps his brows raised and cocks his head to the side a bit. ]

Wow. [ can those brows go any higher now? probably not. dave's sitting there staring at him ] A Weiss impression wasn't the projected trajectory of this feelings jam but okay. So. Listen. I don't care. You can call me as abnormal as you want. It's not like it isn't true. What the fuck fruit does he have a fetish for? Do you think he's into that weird fourplay where you cover your lover in fucking strawberries or something? Just seems like a fucking mess.

No, I'm saying you're full of shit. [that's fine. he's not in the mood either. everything from the way he glances at him to how he folds his arms screams he's barely holding it together.]

[he blinks at him a few times, baffled by what just happened and sighs, running a hand through his hair.] Well ex-fucking-scuse me Dave for being a disappointment at literally everything including feelings jams I didn't ask to be apart of. I wasn't calling you abnormal! I-- I don't know! This might come as a shock to you, but normally I try not to spend a lot of time thinking about how Sun might romance Weiss Schnee.

You're full of fucking bullshit. [ dave seems collected for the most part. but he's digging his fingers into his arms while they're folded ]

[ he furrows his brows at him. wrinkles his nose. ] Stop acting like you're this huge fucking burden on my life. I never acted that way. You're being a pain in the ass right now for no god damn reason but I'm not calling you a let down or anything. What the fuck, man? You totally were. You sat me down and pointed out something I was doing freaked you out like I was being hella fucking weird and it was a major concern. Fucking good you shouldn't.

You-- [scowling, he catches the small movement and looks down at his fingers. he sighs and starts to put his hands at his hips, but stops and gets defensive again when dave keeps talking.]

Sorry if I'm such a pain in the ass. You and everyone else thinks that. You weren't being weird, you were-- Look. I don't know. I'm not an expert at any of this, and I'm not a professional, and I'm honestly terrified you're going to tell me to go away and go all iceolated on my lonely throne on me or, or use your time to get away and I know you won't because that's not you, but if anyone can make you do it it's me and Jeff hardly ever opens up and I--

[stops. his voice cracks and he's hugging himself now more than folding his arms.] Can we just stop? Please?

[ dave huffs, leans back in the chair and starts sinking down in it - until he's hunched over completely in it with his legs hanging off. arms still folded. pouting now and looking over his shades at him because his chin is tipped down ]

Yeah, okay. We can stop. You got like no fucking confidence that maybe I actually might keep liking you later. You need some people with patience, bro. I don't really do the whole angsty teenage "leave me alone stop ruining my life" thing. I think you'd literally have to stab me in the heart for me to want to remove myself from the vicinity on a permanent basis, just F-Y-I.

[he avoids his eyes, sinking against the desk to the floor, one knee perched up while his left leg stays flat. he keeps looking down.]

I think you're patient. And I'm not going to stab you, ever. I'm pretty sure you're too patient if that's where you draw the line but that's just my opinion and it's not a very reliable one. [Lengthy pause.] I'm sorry.

[ now that they're sunken down, the cat comes back from the hiding spot under dave's chair and sits in front of jaune's left foot. ]

Pfft. I guess I've had training in patience. I used to be impatient as fuck. Would it help you if I made a pun about patience? "Time waits for no one." Blah blah. [ he unfolds his arms and waves a hand in his general direction ] Yeah, it's okay. I'm sorry too.

[jaune stretches past his foot to pet kitkat.]

Training? Not really but thanks for trying. [finally glances at him, grimaces and looks back down.] Don't worry about it.

[ purring ensues ]

Yeah. You know, 'cause Karkat can scream his head off for twenty minutes and you just gotta wait it out. And I guess my whole aspect was timing and a surprising amount of that is waiting and waiting because I can't actually go forwards. Just back. So I gotta wait for everyone else to catch up. [ rolls his hand in circles ] Cool.

Karkat sounds incredibly loud. So that happens a lot? [not that it's a bad thing. petting kitkat is soothing.] What about...to alternate times? Time travel is more inconvenient than I thought it was. Cool.

He's the loudest person I know. I'm pretty sure he invented yelling. I mean, not often anymore. I think if you go all from everyone else's perspective if you're viewing me I only seriously worked my ass off for like four days. I do it here sometimes but it's super minor shit because I need more than one person on something and it's just easier and I was pulling a get-rich-quick scheme. Don't tell Jeff how many red bills I have stored in the mattress. [ a little shrug. hearing purring is soothing. everything about that cat is soothing, in dave's opinion. good kitty. best friend. ]

What do mean? I don't go to alternate times. Alternate Daves come here and I get stuck with memories and shit and a corpse to eventually clean up. Like I go but I don't go? I think I can jump back and forth now if I tried because Terezi got me to do it with her once but the concept freaks me out and I don't want to go fucking around testing what I can and can't do. It's kind of fucking awful, to be honest.

Edited 2017-02-20 05:25 (UTC)

I think I get why you and him would be good together. Oh. That's one way to use your semblance. Do you know how many red bills you have stored in the mattress? [gently pets the cat behind the ears but freezes after a moment, an frigid sort of dread settling over him.]

Does that always happen? The corpse? If you're uncomfortable about it you shouldn't do it. It sounds dangerous and not the fun kind of dangerous. The potentially losing your life kind of dangerous.

You do? From the loudness? Ha ha. [ another shrug, more exaggerated this time ] A fuckton. It's a cash stash so it has to be a lot.

[ and another shrug, intentionally nonchalant - like the look on his face. ] Yeah. It's a rule with those doomed timelines. I don't fucking do it intentionally. I try not to fuck around with it. I mean, you shouldn't worry if you catch me playing camera crew with myself because I'm immortal as fuck. It's the conditional thing now that only applies to big heroics or massive evil. Like Terra's fuckboy couldn't even kill me legit. I got up like ten minutes later. Ha ha. Jokes on you.

Edited 2017-02-20 05:49 (UTC)

That's part of it. But also how you talk about him. [snorts.] Dave Strider buys out every city, kicks out the bear DJ and makes apple produce last year round.

...You still feel it. [he just stops now, sitting back up. his head is cast downward so it isn't visible how he's gritting his teeth, even though he's making fists now and his shoulders are rising more quickly.] Have you-- Have you seen the other you around?

I talk about everybody though. [ . . . ] Are apples not year round?

Well, yeah, I feel everything but- [ he stops himself, lowering his gaze for a second then looking at jaune ] Oh. He was on the roof.

Yeah, but with Karkat it's different. ...Are they? [stares at him.]

But nothing. [his fists keep getting tighter, his entire posture tense, as he tries not to break down again. dave verified it himself. word of god. ha. dave's going to die. dave's here safe and breathing and he's also going to die.

it's his fault. he got dave killed. edit: he's going to get him killed. it feels like a part of him just died and the blood is rushing to his ears while his vision blurs and he opens his mouth to speak but he can't.]

It is, huh. [ ???? ] I fucking hope they're year round.

[ he sits up, watching jaune carefully and trying to guess what he's thinking. he freaked him out. he definitely freaked jaune out. fuck. ] Jaune?

[ jaune doesn't say a word and he looks like he tried to. dave removes himself from his chair, crouched next to him and hesitantly hovering a hand nearby like he wants to touch him but he has no idea how to initiate the contact here. ] Uh. Hey. Look, it's okay. I'm still here. [ he looks behind him and exchanges a look with the cat. he's not sure what it is but kitkat went and paw'd jaune's foot so he takes it as some sort of cue to just. pat his head. no, that's fucking wrong. shoulder. shoulder works. ] Hey.

Yeah it is. If they aren't you could always go back in time and grab them. Or ask the CPU. Or a book. Or Jeff, I feel like Jeff would know random things.

[it's happening again.

he's vaguely aware that he can hear dave but he can't move or do anything to stop it from happening. pyrrha--

lockers slamming and last apologies and

weiss

red hair stupid suit, laughter and straps and he

dave. dave sobbing while he hugs him because he's been alone for who knows how long and he's strong but also fragile and so cold and small.

he's so cold

he can't move

his foot twitches a little and he starts to tremble, eyes burning too brightly as he looks at dave. dave talking to him, uncomfortable and probably internally freaking out but hardly showing it. dave patting his shoulder trying to get his attention dave's concerned and probably scared he should reassure dave--]

I'm sorry.

[this time he actually does break down, collapsing against his knee and scrubbing aggressively at his arm as if to block out everything and not freak dave out more.]

[ jaune's having a full blown panic attack. dave thinks this because he's been on the other end. he's done that side of things. trembling and looking off and being completely unable to function because you're just stuck somewhere and it's horrible. it's a trap that either stops or doesn't.

a sinkhole.

quicksand but the fictional quicksand that's actually quick.

he inhales a breath through his nose and exhales through his mouth so he doesn't end up joining him somehow. okay. jaune's not hearing him correctly. he managed to get his attention though.

he loses some composure at the apology. at jaune breaking down. his shoulder slouch. he doesn't take the calm look off. being calm makes people calm, right? the first thing he does is reach over and take the hand scrubbing his arm with both of his own to stop the action. he moves next to him after, shoulder to shoulder and drapes that cape over the both of them. then he tilts his head to try and catch his gaze, offering the smallest of little sad smiles ]

Dude. It's fine. Wouldn't do shit unless I liked you, okay? It's fine. Right here. All good. I'm chill. You're chill. The cat's chill. Totally safe. We're fucking ice cold chilly willy in here while also being snug as shit and cozy warm.

[part of him wishes dave would just walk away. he doesn't need to see this and the longer it goes on the more he hates himself for it. but every time he attempts to calm down, take a breath, he chokes or starts sobbing again and he's back at square one. he's supposed to be stable. or pretend to be. but he's so fucking terrified. he feels a surprisingly strong grip stall his hand and a slight pressure settle over him. it's dave. dave's smiling at him and jaune hates himself for being helpless, again, and relying on everyone else again, but exhaustion takes over making running away impossible. he finds he doesn't want to. he stares at dave for a second longer, his eyes flickering to kitkat when the cat's mentioned. he's taking in his surroundings that feel somewhat more solid and real but still vague and distant, like he's just grasping parts of it, or it's distorted by water, and shifts closer to dave in an attempt to get warmer.

dave is kind and selfless--too selfless about people important to him--and he honestly deserves better. like people who don't constantly hurt him and are capable of keeping their shit together. like jeff. he wants to argue with dave but he also wants to be selfish and he's just so tired. he's tired and broken and sad and right now, dave's right. they're safe.

for now.

he doesn't trust himself to speak yet, so he just stays there, occasional hiccups and hitches in his breath. it's probably been several minutes but it feels like years to him. at least hours. hours and hours. does time pass too slowly for dave? how agonizing is this? his vision keeps blurring and his face is probably ridiculously red. when he does manage to speak, his voice is raw and smaller than it normally is.]

It's warm.

[ he thinks he can help with this - being on the other side of things. it's heartbreaking to watch and awful but he understands. gets how it could happen. it must've freaked the hell out of jeff when he did it. he feels bad for the guy. he probably dealt with it better than dave is right now with jaune.

he gets as close against him as he can and then debates putting an arm around his shoulder. they're not quite at the right tallness level for that so he puts an arm on his back instead and lightly rubs it up and down, occasionally giving it a little pat in between. some solid comfort, hopefully. he leans his head on him after a moment. stays like that for... one of the minutes. he shifts enough to pull the cat over before resuming just sitting there comfortably. not silent because there's a cat purr to fill it. he might've did something else otherwise. ramble and ruin jaune's comfort probably. it feels like forever. ]

Yeah. It doubles as a blanket.

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