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adjusts his glasses. a lens pop out. oh. tries to stick it back in there.
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Thanks for pointing that out. What the fuck does that have to do with flying?
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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.
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oh there goes the other eye. uh. ]
Not if I'm flying?
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I'll get you new ones. Or you can borrow mine. I never wear them.
Are you sure?
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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.
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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.
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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.
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No. Why? Yes you are. I thought you could fly.
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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 ]
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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.
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[ 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.
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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?
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[ 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.
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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.
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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.
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[ 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.
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[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.
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[ 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.
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[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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[ kitkat is now sitting on jaune's foot. ] Thanks.
Yes.
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[giggles a little, covering his mouth and stares down at kitkat, carefully moving to pet his side.] We all should be thanking you. Dave Strider.
I'm just saying, I can use my guitar.
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[ with the petting, kitkat spreads out and lays across his foot ] For my gorgeous hair. I'm art, yes. You're welcome.
Okay. If you play guitar, we'll make a jam. [ siiiighs ]
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My mom says that my art doesn't have to be good to make someone emotional. [he makes a delighted sound and keeps petting him softly.]
Wow, are you serious?
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Your mom's pretty hot. I mean deep. Pretty deep, huh? I ain't even seen your mom. Not that I'm saying she wouldn't be hot. She would because you're pretty hot and that's how genetics work and I'm saying shit again. [ clears throat ] Anyways.
Yeah, man. It's happening.
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[he just looks up, staring at him incredulously.] I-- I don't know? Dude, she's my mom. I mean she's nice and really smart and I'd braid her hair and we'd all have a hair braiding party until I decided other hairstyles were way cooler.
[his eyes just light up like all of his dreams came true and gently holding kitkat he starts to look around.] ...My guitar's probably not in your room, is it?
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[ turns his head back towards him ] A hair-braiding party? What the fuck other hairstyle is cooler?
Nah. I think Jeff's is in the hall though.
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