[ ...oh. dave squeezes john's hand after a fraction of a startled second, trying to hide the urge to smile like an idiot. ] Not really. It's like the Spanish Inquisition.
A thing supposedly meant to fight heresy but it was really just a monarchical tool to smite pretty much whoever the fuck. But I was referring to the meme, obviously. [ not the REAL THING. ]
[He raises an eyebrow, but when they get home and to the piano he sits at the bench without an argument and patiently waits. He even puts his hands in his lap so he can't do anything.]
No, that is totally okay. [He's delighted? He's already placing the music on the ledge in front of him because John is maybe one of those people who can play along by sight without previous study.] I'm ready to start when you are.
[ dave takes a seat beside john, cracking his knuckles before he sets his hands down. ] Ready.
[ im mobile and dying so you don't get youtube but it's a pretty simple song on the outside but with familiar motifs worked into it subtlely, a bar from a well loved song or a flurry of notes reminiscent of something rose or jade did. ]
[How dare you. But that's fair. He can at least pick up on the notes and follow along with Dave and it's easy, sort of like falling into a cozy blanket or your favorite sweater. It's sweet and it's simple and he's able to play the notes with the kind of familiarity that comes with knowing people for so long.
[The song finishes and John plays the final notes, listening to the reverberating noise in their living room before he turns on the bench to face Dave. There's also a brief pause before he decides to lean forward and kiss him instead. Brief, chaste, and more gratitude than anything, but there's something behind it that maybe is enough assurance that this was a good date.]
[ dave will take it? he will super take it. he doesn't push it anything less than brief or chaste, but he still automatically leans a little when john pulls away, before shaking himself and sort of...straightening a little bit.
he's still slouching. whatever. ]
So, [ SO... ] go out with me?
[ like, for real official. maybe. is he allowed to ask now. ]
[It's still a little bit of a weird concept, he thinks, and he knows himself well enough to know this won't exactly be perfect and flawless, but he also knows himself well enough to realize that he should maybe just kind of stop being an idiot and quit stalling.]
Wow, so you're not willin' to learn for me?? You can't make me pull all the date weight, John, that's unfair misbalanced romantics. [ he's maybe just giving john a hard time out of casual bffship instincts. ]
[What if he just reaches over to push on Dave's face?? Rude.] Shut uppppp. You would pull all the weight if I asked you to anyway, but I won't. That would be bullshit.
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May as well make it more date-like, he thinks.]
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I do not doubt that.
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[ what dave decaptchalogues now is...sheet music? ]
I wrote a duet?
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A duet? [His eyes are wide and he picks up the sheet music.] Both piano parts?
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It's not that long? [ since. well. ]
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[ im mobile and dying so you don't get youtube but it's a pretty simple song on the outside but with familiar motifs worked into it subtlely, a bar from a well loved song or a flurry of notes reminiscent of something rose or jade did. ]
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He doesn't speak. He just plays on.]
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good date?? ]
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he's still slouching. whatever. ]
So, [ SO... ] go out with me?
[ like, for real official. maybe. is he allowed to ask now. ]
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Yeah, okay. [A grin.] I will.
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Cool. [ ...so. ] Uh, we can still share a room, right?
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[ he just likes saying it still. ]
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