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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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[windeity]

That is almost a really cool trick. Or it would be if throwing a toilet around was at all useful. [He raises an eyebrow, curious about the first time but he won't ask.] Second then. I didn't get to stick around and I zapped away somewhere else.

Also it was still my money! [Is he arguing for the sake of arguing? Yes.] How do you know I wasn't going to use it?

[parodeity]

I am pretty sure you couldn't do much with it but buy fraymotifs.

[ just. yeah. ]

We needed it for somethin' else. [ HE'S...NOT SURE WHAT, BUT CLEARLY IT WAS IMPORTANT and he's cagey enough the fact he doesn't know isn't obvious. ] So, you remember becoming the breeze.

[windeity]

I am not even going to ask the obvious question of "what's a fraymotif" and I will leave it at that. I cannot argue about the money thing since I don't remember that part. I think you never actually told me either, I just went with it.

[Which was dumb, what the fuck, past John. But yeah. Okay.] ...yeah, I do. Is that part of the whole being a god thing?

[parodeity]

[ he's dead silent for like five minutes.

then, when it seems like he's just not talking again: ]

Heir of Breath.

[windeity]

...[Something about that chills him and he visibly shivers a little. It's a lot to think about and his head spins with the new information, trying to place it all.]

Kind of like Ami used to be Aradia, Maid of Time. [...] You were the knight and I was the heir? Titles. [No, wait, correct:] Classes. We all had them?

[parodeity]

Classpects. You have a class, and an aspect. Maid and Knight are classes; Time's our shared aspect.

[windeity]

Do you remember what Jade and Rose's were? [He knows Dave does. Dave remembers too much.]

[parodeity]

Yeah. Only person I don't remember is shouty.

[windeity]

If he's anything like my memories tells me, that would be because he probably did not tell us. The trolls seemed very...not great at sharing, I guess?

[parodeity]

I don't think most of them went - [ god tier. ] - well, it doesn't matter now.

[windeity]

Yeah. [There's silence. And then, almost awkwardly:] Can we just...not talk for a little while? [Just. Chill. With music and not saying anything and just ignoring creepy puppets and weird implications.]

[parodeity]

Yeah. Try to sleep? [ ...he feels bad for...

all of it, but mostly waking john and bothering him. ]

[windeity]

Are you going to do the same, or is it just me?

[parodeity]

I'll sleep if you do, yeah.

[ NO???????????? ]

[windeity]

Sure. [He's not sure he buys it, but he's too tired to argue.] Want me to move back to my own bed?

[parodeity]

[ there's hesitation like john may be getting to notice there frequently is before dave admits to a preference, when he's not quite willing to cop to it but makes himself anyway. ]

...You can if you want. [ not quite. ] But not really.

[windeity]

[He's beginning to notice, yes. So he doesn't say anything and instead shifts on his side a little to curl up into a more comfortable position.]

Okay. Then go back to sleep.

[parodeity]

You too. [ and dave won't but he can simulate it well enough so there we go?? he won't go to cling to john or anything but he'll just stay where he is, arms crossed over his chest and eyes shut behind his shades. ]

[windeity]

[Eventually he'll settle down even if he doesn't exactly sleep. His breathing never evens out and instead he just lays side by side with Dave and stares at the ceiling as the music plays. He'll stay there until the morning at least and sort of settle for squeezing his shoulder and getting up. Off to fight another day, it seems.]