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I need like some kind of repertoire here. I don't know where you went just now and you're freaking me the fuck out. And uh- like okay I guess what the issue is you're trying to address is that I have subconsciously prepped myself to be ready to take a fucking hit at any given point in time from anyone and I know that's all kinds of fucked up and -- Are you still? And uh- [ jaune's zoning out on him so dave keeps going. that rambling he does but it's clearly on edge now. increasingly nervous and he's looking at jaune and then looking everywhere but at jaune.

then looking back and looking away like he can't keep his eyes on someone that's looking so ...detached. jaune speaks up and he shuts his mouth and puts on an impassive look, trying to pretend. ]

Dude. Are you okay?

[he purses his lips, a frown beginning to linger the more nervous dave gets. he doesn't understand why dave is so disturbed, only that he is, but that doesn't stand out so much to him as the fact that he's used to being hit. and then dave just shuts down before he can even register what he just admitted. his mind is racing and he feels like everything just got too tangible at once. his reply comes out more harsh than he intended.]

Don't worry about me. Wait. Hang on. Are you basically saying you're constantly on edge so that if you do get hurt it can't catch you off guard?

I'm going to worry about you. You just clocked the fuck out on me, pun not intended and- ...What? No. I- [ he looks alarmed jaune's asking that. and a little alarmed he implied it. and that's it's probably a true statement. layers of alarmed. ] Maybe.

And? I don't really want to talk about it and that's not even the point. [there's an edge to his voice now. it's not upset toward dave but the whole situation and whoever made him feel this way. he crosses his arms, shoulders stiff.] In other words, yes. Look, Dave. All I meant was...when you flinch, it reminds me of some things, and I don't want to mess up and make you push me away. But I guess I already did that. You're not-- You're not broken.

[ it doesn't take long for him to put that shocked look of his away. he settles on something serious. and keeps his tone level, if somewhat demanding. ] Oh, hell no. Fuck that. If we're talking about my shit, you're bringing yours in too. This is going to be a proper fucking feelings jam or no further feelings of mine are coming out. We're going to be pale as fuck about this and have some hella mutual support going. [ he crosses his arms right back. giving him a level look ]

Did you? When? 'Cause I'm apparently not fucking aware of this. Do I look pushed away to you, asshole? [ an exhale of breath. a small frown. ] I kind of am though. And sorry for reminding you of anything. Totally don't wanna do that.

[his eyes widen incredulously. good job on getting him to show some emotion, dave. he even scoffs a little.] Excuse you, you can't hold your own feelings hostage by demanding me to show mine. Or is it the other way around? You know what? Nevermind. Don't be stubborn.

Just then! [gestures at the wall, as if to illustrate his point. he slumps and ends up frowning sadly.] Don't be sorry. I just worry about you.

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.

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