Hello, I'm Yours The Author, but please just call me The Author. The below story is something that I wrote as a dialogue practice for class. The characters might not be entirely in character, but I think that judgment is best left to you. Enjoy.

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"My dad is coming to visit," John said. Dave made no sound as he folded some socks and put them in a basket. "He's probably bringing another cake, too."

"Is your dad ever going to stop bringing you 'I'm so proud of you' cakes? Besides, I thought you hated Betty Crocker."

"I do…"

"And yet we're running to a laundromat at seven in the morning so that he doesn't see how much of a mess of clothes were on the apartment floor." John grunted but said nothing. "Admit it; you're a daddy's boy." The pile of red and blue laundry reached its peak in the basket. Dave figured there was no rush to fold the rest of it until they got home.

"I remember a time when you didn't make comments about my day."

"I've been making comments about your dad as often as you put his left over shaving cream in this washing machine as a prank for the next guy." Dave shut the door of the washing machine that was indeed filled with shaving cream. "Ever since day one."

John shoved an empty shaving cream can into the laundry basket. "Do you ever wonder what Rose and Jade or doing?" he asked suddenly.

"I used to believe that they'd explore their mediums like Indiana Jones, but without the hat. Now I think they just have a knitting party all day with the trolls or something lame like that." A sign swung lazily over their heads by thin wires, swinging in the faintest breeze. The red printed words reading "Sale: buy one washing machine, get a fake one free!" stood out on the gray surface, the way red blood would stand out on gray skin. Red and gray…

"Speaking of trolls, did I ever tell you about that time I first met Karkat in a dream bubble after we won?" Dave hoisted the laundry basket onto his hip and shook his head. "I was so glad to see him again," John said cheerfully. "But he had this bleeding cut on his arm! So I said, 'Dude, you're bleeding, what happened?'" John scrunched his face and mimed, "'Shut up John, it's your fault! I was in such a rush to make sure you hadn't done something stupid like died or something that I fell down some stairs.'" Dave smirked and John snickered. "So then I told him, 'I warned you about stairs, bro. I told you, dog.' And he couldn't stop screaming at me! It must have taken him an hour to calm down."

"I never did hear him so hoarse after the first week we lived here." His sunglasses flashed under the fluorescent lights. John flashed him a buck toothed grin and pulled his god hood over his head. There was laundry to fold and cake to eat.

The End.

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Yeah, that was definitely the shortest thing I've ever written for this site. But I think it's kind of sweet, set in what would happen if all those who died came back to life after the game. Wishful thinking, but I can dream, can't I?

So what did you think? Let me know with a review, and if you're interested, take a look at my profile or some of my other stories. Until then!