Who: Dave Strider and John Egbert Where: Dave's room When: Sometime on the 2nd of December Rating: T overall, M for Dave's mouth Summary: Forgiving is hard sometimes. The Story: ( Step back and hear I'm callin' )
John was spending a lot of time outside Dave's room, which at the very least was conveniently located next door to his own. It was, however, inconveniently pounding with music most of the time. Today, John was hoping that would end.
He knocked as calmly as possible. Not even clawing at the door or anything, this time!
"Dave! Um, I know you're probably mad still, but...Well, I brought your birthday present early. I thought you might..." Forgive me if I give it to you. "Well, I'll leave it out here."
It probably wouldn't hurt to wait and see if Dave said anything, right? He leaned the present up against the door, biting a lip.
The blond was tempted to just keep the door closed, but he did make a promise to Jade. He wasn't going to completely forgive him yet, since they probably needed to talk this over still.
Dave unlocked the door for John and sat back down at his desk to work a bit more at the score.
"How about you get your ass in here and we can talk shit out," he replied, loud enough for his voice to carry through the door.
Oh. He wasn't expecting that so quickly. John glanced at the present. It was a little conspicuous sitting out there, but he supposed now wasn't the time to give it to him anyway, and he could always get another one.
He shuffled inside, closing the door behind him and not coming in too close. No reason to rush things.
"Um, I know it's probably a little tired by now, but...I really am sorry."
Dave finished up a line, and sat his pencil down. He turned his chair so that he was facing his friend. The young Strider was quiet for a moment.
"I know you say stupid shit a lot, and normally I'm pretty quick to forgive it 'cause, you know, after knowin' you for a while it's obvious you don't look before you leap over the goddamn chasm and into a pit of fuckin' thorns and green fire. I dunno about this time, Egbert. You had implied a lot."
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He knocked as calmly as possible. Not even clawing at the door or anything, this time!
"Dave! Um, I know you're probably mad still, but...Well, I brought your birthday present early. I thought you might..." Forgive me if I give it to you. "Well, I'll leave it out here."
It probably wouldn't hurt to wait and see if Dave said anything, right? He leaned the present up against the door, biting a lip.
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Dave unlocked the door for John and sat back down at his desk to work a bit more at the score.
"How about you get your ass in here and we can talk shit out," he replied, loud enough for his voice to carry through the door.
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He shuffled inside, closing the door behind him and not coming in too close. No reason to rush things.
"Um, I know it's probably a little tired by now, but...I really am sorry."
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"I know you say stupid shit a lot, and normally I'm pretty quick to forgive it 'cause, you know, after knowin' you for a while it's obvious you don't look before you leap over the goddamn chasm and into a pit of fuckin' thorns and green fire. I dunno about this time, Egbert. You had implied a lot."
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