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[ let him lead him in and get jaune a juice. does jaune want a juice? he's getting a juicebox. this is what dave offers instead of something reasonable like a soda. ]
Is that another one or-?
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[he tries to wave his concern off by sounding as casual as he possibly can, but then he's distracted by the juice.
he likes juice.
juice is good.]
Thanks. That depends. If I say yes will you refuse to let me have the juice?
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[ this is apple juice. it's not just good it's fucking delicious. dave's already sipping his through the straw. this is what cool is. ]
Nah. You can still have it.
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[he stares at dave like he is his hero, reverently holding the juice before he takes his first sip.
the best.
he glances down at the games he brought and puts them down.]
Okay, let's get this sh--compost party started.
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Are you censoring yourself? Around me? Hahaha. I'm pretty sure I say more fucks than the collective universes of all of our Genessian peers.
[ siiiiip ]
So. What'd you bring?
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I know. I know you say the f-word a lot and I think that's great. I respect that about you. It's part of what makes you cool. But I...I don't know. I feel weird when I curse too much.
[sipping his juice.]
The mario games and something called super smash something. What about that special person you like?
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[ he starts making sure the tv is on and everything so they can play these sick gaames bruh ]
...Special person? What? Was I supposed to bring a date?
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[well there's no way around this.] Or drunk. Sometimes I curse when I'm drunk. [He presses his palms against his face in shame.]
No, your special someone. I asked if there was someone you like and you said you might ramble? [he glances up once he feels like he can face him again.]
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[ a little cautious with the question. he pauses what he's doing to look over at him. then quickly puts his head back into fiddling with the games ]
I said that? Right. Right. Yeah, I mean. I had. Someone. Have? It's not really a past tense thing. I seriously doubt my extended stay here is going to detract from how fucking co-dependent we are in the same vicinity to each-other.
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[suddenly intensely focused on his juice. but his head perks up in interest.]
They're from the same place as you? What's this person like? Where'd you meet them?
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[ clears his throat into his hand, watching the floor for a second after he sets everything up and sits on the couch ]
I met them on the internet? Or...in space. In space on the internet. And then in person. And then we like lived together for three fucking years on a meteor. What were we playing first again?
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I'm sorry. But I wouldn't let that happen. Okay. Nevermind.
Wait, wait wait I know you can time travel, but how did you manage to survive on a meteor? And in space on the internet I guess. Whichever one sounds like the most fun I guess.
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Okay. It was more like a space station on a meteor. But I met them before getting on the meteor, on the internet, and I say space because I was going around all our planets at the time. The internet couldn't get new content, because Earth was destroyed and all, but it kept working for a while. For....some reason.