- tentacleTerapist [TT] began pestering turntechGodhead [TG] -

TT: So, today is the big day, isn't it?

TT: She says, pretending as though you haven't been talking about this non-stop to both Jade and I for months.

TT: Strider? Are you there?

TG: yeah yeah im here dont get your knickers in a twist

TT: Oh, good. May I ask how you are feeling?

TG: how im feeling

TG: yeah id say that that's allowed considering that today has pretty much been designated as the feelings day for all unlucky enough to be alive and have a beating heart

TG: or maybe just me

TG: dave strider feelings day

TG: it's a national holiday kiddies that means you all get the day off to annoy your parents or wipe your noses on the couch or whatever else you do

TG: today is the day that dave strider completely empties his inner most feelings in a huge steaming writhing mass of dripping black ooze on the ground

TG: watch out

TG: dont get it on your shoes

TG: anyway back on topic i guess

TG: im pretty sure i had a heart attack this morning and my palms are so sweaty it could be used as enough lube to accommodate five hundred orgies

TG: woman and men alike for years to come will benefit off of my generous contribution to their fuck fests

TG: shit id deserve a medal

TG: but seriously
TG: im not kidding im going to need a new mug my old one is now shattered on the kitchen floor

TG: brb im going to go throw up

TG: or you know i would if i could stomach any semblance of food

TG: its funny because im actually making breakfast right now

TT: Strider, you're overreacting.

TG: shut up no im not

TT: Everything is going to be fine.

TT: to quote one of your "Ironic Internet Memes,"

TT: There is no need to be upset.

TG: and heres where id usually say some shit about jimmies but i really dont think im feeling up for it

TG: jesus theres still pieces of the mug on the ground

TG: i should clean that shit

TT: Yes, probably.

TT: ...Dave?

TT: Usually I try to steer clear of anything that would lessen your resolve in this situation, you know that.

TT: But you honestly seem extremely perturbed.

TT: Are you sure this is what you want?

TG: i am

TG: i dont think ive been more sure of anything in my life

TG: i want this

TG: fuck i want this so much you dont even know

TG: i just

TG: am freaking out a little

TG: its not like thats an uncommon thing you know

TT: Right, I was just double checking.

TT: I wouldn't want you to do anything to hurt yourself or him.

TT: I care about you both you know, even when it's hard to see.

TT: I'm really proud of you, Dave.

TG: yeah yeah can we skip all that sibling love please

TG: not that im not grateful but i can really only handle a set amount of sappy in one day

TG: and i promise today is going to be fucking sap central

TG: like a mother fucking maple tree

TG: for the record i do love you though

TT: I don't doubt it.

TT: Now, let us sweep this horrendous display of affection under the rug and never speak of it again, yes?

TG: sounds like a plan.

TG: oh fuck i can hear him getting up

TG: jesus im sweating like a whore in church

TT: It'll be alright, don't worry.

TG: youd better be right about that

TT: Hope you have a good day, Strider.

-turntechGodhead [TG] ceased pestering tentacleTherapist [TT] –

A boy wakes up in his bedroom. Today is… well, he's not actually sure. In the summer, all the days begin to blur together and soon you don't know if it's the first or the thirty first anymore. It's the weekend, and John is just waking up, sleepily groping at the other side of the bed in search for his boyfriend/ best friend/ bromantic life partner/ palhoncho/ buttbuddy.

His name is John Egbert, and he wakes up in an empty bed. Dammit, Dave knows that he gets cold in the morning, where the fuck did he go?

John stops being angrily disoriented for long enough to notice the smell of breakfast being cooked coupled with the sound of bacon sizzling. Dave is… in the kitchen? John didn't even know that Dave knew how to work a stove let alone cook. It's… slightly troubling, and John only allows himself another couple of minutes of lazing around before he rolls out of bed, almost taking the covers with him.

Once fully clothed, John trudges into the kitchen to see Dave standing, , staring at the stove. John shake his head and smile, jumping along the tiled floor to Dave, wrapping his arms around him and giving him a small kiss on the cheek.

"You know that you don't have to stand there glaring at it the whole time, right? I think you're making it self conscious."

"Wow, sorry , sir, I didn't mean to give you stage fright, I just wanted some damn breakfast." He nudges John away, and John reacts with a smack to the back of Dave's head, making his hair stick up in all direction.

Dave serves breakfast: two eggs and some bacon, arranged into a smiley face. John eats the bacon and makes the same comment he always does about the eggs looking like a pair of boobs (this earns him a piece of Dave's bacon flying at his face).

Dave looks… A little bit on edge. There are always subtle things that tip John off to the way that Dave is actually feeling. A clenched jaw and slightly trembling fingers could be the only emotional outlet that Dave allows himself when something happens like his grandmother dying (even though Dave obviously doesn't have a grandmother)

Today, Dave was chewing his food slowly, his brow twitching and his finger rubbing up and down his fork. John could tell immediately that something was wrong, and wanted to question Dave about it, but he knew better than that. Dave was like a stray cat. If you came right up to it, it would claw your hand off and probably give you some horrible disease.

"So, are you… doing anything today?" John tries to prompt him, hoping that Dave won't be difficult with this.

Dave hesitates before replying, something that John had seen him do only once or twice in his life. Words were something that always came easily to Dave, and when he couldn't naturally just spit things out, there was definitely something wrong.

"Nah, not much. Got some bullshit errands to run today so I guess I'll be getting around to them later probably." He shrugs and continues with his breakfast. Careful John…

"Errands? What sort of errands would you be doing today? It's Saturday." He feels like he's walking on broken glass, but of course he isn't just going to let it go.

"Just regular errands man, what are you the errands police? Am I going to get arrested, officer? I've got a license, I swear!" Dave swallows a mouthful before continuing. "I mean damn, you could come with if you're so focused on them."

John laughs, shaking his head. Of course Dave wasn't going to relinquish feelings that easily, he should have known. "No way man, I don't want to go on your dumb errands with you. Can you pick me up some stuff while you're out though? We're running low on milk I think-"

"Uh, actually, I kind of need you with me, it's a bit of a two person project if you don't mind."

"…With you?" This statement de-rails John a bit; he was a self-proclaimed Dave expert, he knew everything about him from his favorite restaurant to the way he ate his ice cream sandwiches, but he hadn't been expecting that. "I don't even know where we're going and you're asking for my help? How am I supposed to know that I'm not getting kidnapped?" He jokes.

Dave shrugs, shoveling the last of his food into his mouth and swallowing. "You'll just have to trust me man." He got up, scraping his chair across the floor. There was still a stiffness to his movements. John wasn't used to Dave being like this, and honestly it was starting to scare him a little.

"What time do you want to go, then?" He prompts Dave, who hesitates before answering. "Now would be good, I guess. Once you're done we can head out."

John only nods, his head filled with confusion and curiosity.