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[moveslikestrider]

ugh shit my head feels like it got smashed up against a couple of walls
if this is what a hangover feels like that noise can skip right off somewhere
i dont even care where just somewhere??
ahahaha that was not a witty sentence at all
f minus for dave strider and his attempts to sort himself out
speaking of that why does it feel like im in a vice thats
[There's a rustling sound from the gear followed by a sharp inhale of breath.]
is this for real seriously
i cant even decide what to think about this because im not getting enough air in this two sizes too small shirt get up
i mean it makes my ass look incredible
this is so stupid i cant even lift a leg without my pants threatening to give up the ghost
who the hell decided to shrink my sweet gear thats just a traversity
well its not exactly sweet its something out of a renaissance fair
how the fuck am i going to get out of this stuff its pasted onto me like glue
who the hell would do that though that just seems dumber than spending all this time remarking about this
[There's a growl that echoes before Dave keeps going.]
what oh hey
i remember you
feels like its been a year since we shared the sky together and went darting around like we lost our minds
why did i give you shades that just seems so dumb in retrospect like trying to pay homage to something when the real deal is around
but between you and me this doesnt feel like my life anymore
i couldnt really believe it when i had it because its so picture perfect straight out of some fantasy a lonely guy might have

--RRRRRGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH-- wait what the fuck?

[Dave's soliloquy about his ill-fitting clothes is brought to an abrupt halt by the tail end of a very loud, very aggravated shout. It might be hard to tell exactly who the voice belongs to at first, since it can be a little difficult to judge nonsensical yelling. But once he starts speaking, it becomes clear that the voice belongs to John Egbert.]

Where the hell am I? [A slight pause, during which time we can only assume that John takes survey of his surroundings and discovers...] DAVE!!!! Oh my god, it's great to finally see you again! Wherever here is!

[There's an array of vague bumping, stumbling, and rustling noises that we're going to assume is John getting out of his own bed and moving over to Dave's. Because that's exactly what it is. Unfortunately, he still doesn't seem to have remembered how to use his indoor voice because he's still kind of yelling.]

I missed you so mu-- where are my sweet god tier pajamas? What the hell is this, it doesn't even fit!!!

[There's a sound almost like laughter but it's a bit muffled.]
ok ok lets remember not to bellow like some beast
were in a hospital here
what if you woke some poor old lady or something

Why are we in a hospital...?

[It's quieter, but...ultimately, not enough. Because before Dave gets the chance to answer another growl can be heard, but it's decidedly not of the Pokemon race.]

Jesus fucking Christ will the two of you SHUT THE FUCK UP?!

[It sounds like something fluffy and soft hit at least one of them at a rather high velocity followed by a second one and then more from the now recognizable voice of Rose Lalonde.]

I swear to god neither of you know how the fuck to be quiet do you? Is that a hard concept? I thought not but apparently you both still know how to surprise me! Jesus fuck my head feels like it's splitting open ugh. Fucking asinine Skaia-vexing addlepates I swear to GOD.

[ooc: Translation with no colors: here.]

Comments

[believeit]

Yo!

So she's pretty mad at you. [Remembering those conversations they had at the prom...]

Is she the one that's your girlfriend?

[moveslikestrider]

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She's my sister.

[believeit]

...Oh. Whoops.

[moveslikestrider]

It's cool. She's not normally shouty like this. She'll chill out soon enough. [Hopefully.]

[believeit]

Yeah, your other friend said she's hungover, right? I don't get the appeal, the adults I know who drink sake a lot end up just feeling ill and yelling a lot.

[Why do hungover people yell so much??]

[moveslikestrider]

Fuck if I know what the appeal is. And yeah, she's feeling the hair of the dog that bit her.

[Good question.]

[believeit]

She got bitten by a dog?

[moveslikestrider]

It's expression for hangovers. Not that it makes any sense, wouldn't you feel the bite instead of the hair??

[believeit]

Yeah it doesn't even make any sense. [Probably thought up by a drunk person.]

How long did your dream coma thingy last anyway?

[moveslikestrider]

A week. Seems like that's the basics, though John was an exception and actually went into a normal coma for a month once. We all thought he was updating, nope.

[believeit]

Oh. Yeah, my friend Yumi was in one for a week, a little while ago. But people just drop into normal comas too?

[Oh yeah- mentioning John reminds him.]

Why's he so upset about a pair of pajamas anyway?

[moveslikestrider]

It's complicated. Mostly he's annoyed because nothing fits. I am too but that's getting fixed once they settle down. I feel like I chugged some 'big' potion. [He'd whine some more but there's a question to answer.]

Seems that way. You can't tell which it is until they wake up.

[believeit]

How does that even work, you go to sleep and dream things, but they're real things, and you can wake up older?

[He's been trying to get his head around it ever since he found out and it's all so strange and should seem impossible, if not for the fact that they were already in an alternate dimension with no chakra and magic animals.]

Hey, you should get her to talk to Granny Tsunade, if anyone knows good hangover cures, it's her.

[moveslikestrider]

She just needs to talk to mom. Anyway, think of it like an upgrade. They're not always great and usually full of bullshit but, you've got the latest version.

[believeit]

Oh, your guys' Mom's here too? Cool.

Anyone know how it happens? 'Cause I know people here who've never had it happen, even though they're still years behind everyone else.

[moveslikestrider]

No one knows how it happens, it just does. We had one of our 'years behind' that caught up this time.


Anyway yeah. She's around somewhere. Probably will be in here before we know it once she finds us awake.

[believeit]

I wonder if they'll ever do it then.

[...]

Probably best if they don't, though.

[moveslikestrider]

You never know. Not something to bother worrying about, if it happens, it happens. If it doesn't, it doesn't. Why ruin the present when you can just enjoy it?

[believeit]

Uh. Yeah, I guess you're right. [To be honest he isn't exactly sure what that's meant to mean :|}

[moveslikestrider]

If you worry about the future so much, you might mess up when you otherwise would have been just fine. Boiling it down - don't over think anything and keep it simple.

[believeit]

Don't over think things, got it!

[THUMBS UP. Yeah I don't think that's going to be a problem.]

[moveslikestrider]

Exactly. Everything is just fine to take it as it is.

[believeit]

Hey, I'm not the one that has to worry, you guys are the ones that've been dream-drinking and sleep-growing y'know.

[moveslikestrider]

She dream drank, I just shot up a lot and will now loom like a bear or something.

[believeit]

Wish I'd do that y'know. Kinda short compared to my Dad. Even my Mom's a little bit taller than me.