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[windeity]

JOHN EGBERT

"We came, we saw, we kicked its ass."

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also casually puts his font here for tagging not on my laptop whoops
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normal font too!

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[parodeity]

And who says they’re from you?

[ dave why ]

[windeity]

Me, apparently. When I bought them off of Ben Stiller's weird, sort of gaunt face. [But suddenly he seems less sure and he blinks quietly.] Unless those are different shades.

[parodeity]

...you didn’t mention remembering that letter.

[ CAUGHT OUT in his own lie god ]

[windeity]

What letter? [But his lips twitch into a grin anyway.] ...I didn't for a long time. This was really, really recently.

[parodeity]

I recognize the phrasing, jackass. [ he’s had the damn thing memorized for ages. ] And I don’t know if you would have.

[windeity]

I remembered because...I was talking to someone about you. [He nods toward the glasses.] Sort of bro equivalent of a friendship bracelet.

[parodeity]

[ - well those words get him to tense up for some reason, and after a second dave pulls back and slides off of his bed. once he’s standing he stretches his arms out and cracks his hands, apparently trying to cover the abscond as just...this. ]

That’s not what they are.

[windeity]

[Siiiiigh. He's just going to flop on his back and sprawl. On Dave's bed, apparently.]

Then? I only remember the letter. I do not have it. [He has another letter he hasn't told Dave about. He thinks for a minute.] ...good to know that even back then I thought you were cool.

[parodeity]

[ well yeah of course john doesn’t have the letter? dave flips through his inventory and tosses the card out at john. he keeps the things he is unwilling to lose in his sylladex, and he has had the card on him the entire time he has known john here. ]

[windeity]

--you've. Been carrying it around. [He sounds incredulous but he's also holding it up to squint at it before flipping on a low reading lamp to see.] I take that back, wow, my drawing really sucked back then.

[Trying to lighten the mood? A little. And yet...]

This sounds about right though. [In line with what he imagines he would have thought back then, in line with his thoughts now. He doesn't clarify which.]

[parodeity]

I carry most of the shit I get around. A lot of it is digital at this point, though, so that's not hard.

[ a vague hand gesture, but he doesn't call anything else out. ]

I remembered it in march, but I got it back in june.

[windeity]

[He seems to consider something.]

A memory, three months later the actual thing, three months later I showed up, three months after I showed up it'll be your birthday. Weird how it's in three, isn't it?

[It means nothing.] ...are you going to keep pacing, or are you going to sit down again?

[parodeity]

It's not a friendship bracelet.

[ so apparently that's the part he's objecting to. ]

[windeity]

Okay, it's not a friendship bracelet. Do you like. [Uh.] Is there something wrong with friendship bracelets or...?

[Dave, what the fuck.]

[parodeity]

They're great for people who aren't me.

[ look. ]

...I don't want you to forget about me, okay? So that's not what it is.

[windeity]

[Somewhere in the back of his head, he realizes that yes, he is a shitty father/babysitter because a hand comes up to flop over his eyes and scrub at his face.]

Okay. I have zero plans to forget you and I am starting to think you would not let me forget you either way. [Which he doesn't mind. He prefers remembering Dave.]

[parodeity]

Everyone else who's tried to do that forgets. Like, immediately. It's ridiculous.

[ ergo, friendship bracelets, much as he admitted he wANTED one, or at least even just matching keychains, are Not Allowed.

this is stupid probably but cut him some slack here. ]

[windeity]

How many people have tried? [He's curious mostly since that is a pretty specific thing to have an aversion to.]

[parodeity]

Four.

[windeity]

Oh. [Okay that explains a lot, sorry, Dave.] Okay, fine, no friendship bracelets and no...whatever.

[A beat.] ...I stand by that I am not going to forget though. Retrospec will have to fight me on that.

[parodeity]

I literally had this conversation with Yuri last month.

[ JUST SAYING, BRO.

...

he runs his left hand through his hair, looking more seventeen than seventy for a second, before he drifts back over to sit on the edge of his own bed. he is not going to try to sleep again; he's unlikely to do anything but avoid that from now on until he hits some other kind of breaking point, especially when all his cat naps end up with him in other people's dreams or them in his. ]

...Anyway. I told him back then that it was a dumb idea regardless of what I wanted or missed, and I was right. Or...I know that probably had nothin' to do with it logically, but I still regret admitting it.

[windeity]

[Okay but. John's still on Dave's bed so I guess now they're both here and he's watching Dave for a minute and not doing much to sit up or move.]

...okay, I can see your point. [He's apparently not sleeping then either since Dave's wound up, but that's fine.] Logically, you are right, that probably had nothing to do with it since we still do not know why people just...stop remembering stuff. But it still sucks.

[parodeity]

[ well. he doesn't kick john off? but he also doesn't close the distance at all like he did at the party, or after yuri left. there's something else going on inside of him, probably, but as usual almost none of it shows on dave's face. ]

Yeah, maybe. You should get back to sleep, dude. I'm pretty sure you won't end up there again.

[windeity]

[He shouldn't expect himself to know exactly how to fix it. Dave might be his best friend and there might be years of history he's still remembering and at least a month and a half of other stuff in this life, but when he gets like this John has no idea how to reach him in his head. He doesn't know what he should ask or even if he should, so instead...he shrugs.]

I'm not really tired. [Not after that, fuck no.] I was probably going to throw on a movie or write something or...whatever. I have not really decided.

[parodeity]

Hm. Just stay put for a second.

[ he has to get up and actually go over to dig through his closet. ]