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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?

[He scowls and just...throws his phone. He's not throwing Dave's glasses. Nope.]

I'll get you new ones. Or you can borrow mine. I never wear them.

Are you sure?

[ follows the projectile phone with his eyes until it lands. rip phone. ]

Did you need that? [ he holds a hand up at him ] Okay, I would fucking love the sunglasses shopping idea and borrowing yours and wearing the ever-loving shit outta Jaune shades but you're way too out of it for this plan at the moment and I kind of need these around nowish so I'm just going to get one of my spares. But we're totally going shopping for shades and I am borrowing yours another time.

[ nod ] And I'm pretty fucking sure. You gotta follow me to my shades stash now, bruh. I'm not leaving you alone on the floor in here. This is some hardcore Dave surveillance you've accidentally stumbled into.

No. Maybe. It's okay, I do this a lot. [throwing phones is healthy and less damaging than throwing people.] I'll grab it la-- No I'm not. [is he pouting? he might be pouting. he tries to stand up but he loses his balance and holds dave's ankle while scream-singing on the top of his lungs.]

Do you like shopping?
If you do then let's start
Shopping is really neat
We can go to Atlas-mart!

Bro, you're too nice. And to be honest, I've stumbled into worse.

Edited 2017-01-11 10:12 (UTC)

You probably shouldn't but okay. [ bro stop throwing shit ] Look, I'd hate to point it out but you kind of are. [ a single eyebrow raise, looking at his ankle. ]

Is that a fucking commercial jingle? Dude. Come on. I'm not that nice. See, I can't move with you holding me like this.

Phone's never complained. Oh, okay Dr. Dave, feat I'm tired of everyone's bullshit and going to rap about it, what're you going to do?

No. Why? Yes you are. I thought you could fly.

I'm going to get some fucking sunglasses or turn off the lights in here. [ leans his head back, groaning a little ]

I'm not. Ask anyone from my universal frog pond and they'll tell you I'm kind of a prick. [ leans down to grab jaune from under the arms ] Not in the house. Fiiine. I'm hauling your ass to my own room now. It's all good. [ he's not that high up so jaune's feet will be dragging across the floor when he starts going to move them ]

Here. Let me see your eyes. [he stands up, wobbling and tries to cover his eyes with his hands.]

How do I visit? [poor dave. he tries to help him but he just fumbles to grab his wrists. nevermind, his feet are being dragged and he's perfectly comfortable this way.] Your room is so cool, y'know? It's like a beacon of Dave.

[ raises his shoulders and flinches a little at the hands coming anywhere near his face. he makes an uncomfortable face and ducks around them. ] It's okay. It's not that bad, bro.

[ shaking his head ] I'll let you know when we figure it out or they come here. You can ask Kitkat. I wouldn't let him have my sandwich before. [ struggles a little to keep a good grip on him with him moving but he gets him in there easily enough. stronger than he looks. ] Of course it's cool. [ he lets go of jaune once he's sure he won't break anything if he does ]

I don't think I have anyone in here anymore. Have you been in here a lot? [ he opens a drawer of the desk he has in there and it's only full of shades. he puts on a plainer pair. pointing ] That's my mixing shit. And that's a bed. And that's my dead shit collection of sweet fucking fossils. And that's a walk-in closet because this apartment is the actual bomb but not the literal kind. That's where I put camera stuff. That's a cat tower because Kitkat made me his bitch. Those guys perched up there are real crows because I guess the window was open again. Whatever. They're chill. That's it. Room. It's fucking awesome.

[for a moment--just a moment--he looks pensive.] You okay?

I don't care if they call you a prick. I know the truth. ...Maybe if I give Kitkat my sandwich he'll like you more. Kitkat?! Kitkat! [forgets all about volume control while he looks for kitkat. on the floor.]

Nope. Doubt it. No--wow. [crawl/walking to the desk.] You have some shady stuff in there. [did he say fossils?! he's spinning around, looking at everything, wishing he was sober so he could remember this. but he's sure dave will let him see it again. probably. hopefully. snorts at the bitch comment like the mature person he is.] Hi Team Crows. Do you sing to them?

Edited 2017-01-13 11:46 (UTC)

Yeah. I'm good. Just- I don't know. You ever think something's going to happen even when you know it's not? Is that too deep for right now? Probably, yeah? Never mind.

[ he shrugs to dismiss it and adjusts the sunglasses he just put on his face while jaune crawls on his floor. good thing that's a soft rug. ] What? You need him? I had him on me. He was taking one hell of a nap. [ reaches behind him and pulls a cat out of his hood, which immediately just starts purring because he was picked up and continues to do so while dave was putting him on the floor. good cat. best friend.

so the cat sits there, yawning once then looking at jaune for calling him. ]

Shady stuff. [ a single little breathless laugh. turning his chair back and forth with his feet and watching jaune ] Why would I sing to them? They ain't gonna do my laundry if I do.

No. It's not too deep. [...] Is this about before? Or something else?

I didn't see him. [he just stares, stunned when he pulls kitkat the cat out of his hood.] How long was he in there?!

Oh. [cat. he reaches forward to try and pet said cat. trying to be slow even if his aim is way off.]

You'll never know unless you try it. Some birds are smart.

Before? Oh. No. Not really. Just me being a fucking nervous fuck about nothing.

[ glances at the floor then looks back at jaune, giving an intentionally smug little look ] What? The whole time. He's always in there.

[ jaune's aim is off but that will not stop kit from being pet. he moves in the direction of the hand and rubs against it. pet pet. ]

Dude. I know they're smart. They don't want me to sing at them. They're just here to chill.

It's not nothing when it's you. Are you still nervous? I know something that can help.

[his worldview just shifted in one second.] No wonder you never wear your hood.

I dunno. It's not that I think you're wrong, but I think you're wrong. Crows love to sing.

Edited 2017-01-16 10:47 (UTC)

Around you or in general? Not really... What can help?

[ puts his hood up because the cat isn't in it anymore and jaune mentioned it ] It's mostly because I have gorgeous hair I don't wanna mess up. [ that's not it. ]

Wow. Okay so I'm not wrong but totally wrong. They might but, like, they don't wanna sing with me. You're just trying to get me to sing right now.

...Around me, I guess. Brownies.

[let him love you kitkat.] You do have nice hair.

No offense or anything. Are you accusing me of trying to get you to sing by using subtle manipulation?

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