Can an inanimate object have memories? [There's a small grunt.] Ow. [He smacks at Dave's hand a little (gently, of course) before he moves to squirm up onto the couch with him. Fine, you absolute baby.
...it would make more sense to move to a bed, but whatever.]
[ john can still move them?? dave just shifts so john can rest on him more easily and clings to him like he's a pillow though. there's a badly aimed brush of lips on john's cheek that might be a goodnight, since it's paired with something mumbled to that effect. ]
[ look. at least dave is skinny and pretty light? he helpfully murmurs something garbled and clings to john at least. he will deny this ever happened later. ]
You're such a dumbass. [It's said semi-fondly and semi-begrudgingly as he hauls Dave up the stairs to John's room. He's pretty sure he's stuck for the day, so it's better to get settled now.
He doesn't actually get in bed, but he tries to deposit Dave on the mattress and cover him with blankets. How successful is that?]
[Oh. Okay. He looks at him curiously, staring for a moment before he sighs to himself and shifts. He's. Pushing Dave over closer to the wall so they can both lay in bed. At least John's laptop is nearby.]
[Mistakes!! But also...that's fine. He can lay here for twelve hours and let Dave sleep while he dicks around on his laptop. Eventually he'll get bored and also fall asleep and start snoring but that's just how that's gonna go.]
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[ he can't tell the day or month or year, but the hour? of course. ]
About Chroma. How much they wanted to live here.
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Did you see them? Or just hear them? What else did they say?
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Fuckin' memory shares don't happen when they'd help. [ lazy... ] Didn't see nothin', and that was basically all they said. Lots of 'em, all ages.
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Maybe it was just a hallucination. Like not real ghosts or something.
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...it would make more sense to move to a bed, but whatever.]
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--hey! You can't sleep down here, dude. I don't want to sleep down here?
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He doesn't actually get in bed, but he tries to deposit Dave on the mattress and cover him with blankets. How successful is that?]
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...or not really. He snorts a little when Dave captchalogues his shades and John sits on the bed to just observe for a moment.]
Dumbass. [Still fond though. His tone's quiet as he speaks.] I expect full details about the well later.
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stay? ]
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for at least twelve hours oops ]
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