And When the Sky Is Fallin' Don't Look Outside the Window

[urnewkingbitch]

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:

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[urnewkingbitch]

He thought that could've been smoother, but whatever. It was a break from that line of conversation.

"A butterfly locket with a picture I photoshopped of you, me, and Lalonde."

Oh, yes, Dave was definitely happy he didn't have to actually pay for gifts in the mansion.

[hamburellakind]

"Whoa! That's awesome!" John bounced, amused. "I bet she loved that! Dang, I wish my birthday was sooner."

[urnewkingbitch]

"Yeah, saw her wearin' it a while ago. What'd you get her?"

If it was a rabbit....

"No way, I'm happy it's in April. Gives me plenty of time to recover from the present overhaul that is combined birthdays and goddamn Christmas. I'm not thinkin' about your birthday until February at the earliest, March the latest."

[hamburellakind]

"A Little Mermaid costume." It sounded so silly in comparison. "Not as cool, but I think she'll like it."

He shrugged. "Anyway, I guess I can wait! Christmas is a nice holdover, hehehe." Pause. "Speaking of! Do you want anything special for Christmas?"

[urnewkingbitch]

"Nah, it's got some merits to it." It wasn't like Dave cared, so long as Jade enjoyed her birthday and all.

"Better fucking be or there'll be words." Oh. He hadn't really thought about himself. The blond simply shrugged.

"Can't think of anythin' special off the top of my head."

[hamburellakind]

"Hmm. I'll have to get creative, huh?" As if that was ever a problem before.

"So. What were you writing just now?" Peeking!

[urnewkingbitch]

"Somebody's gotta take your creativity on a fuckin' exercise." He shrugged, and then looked down at the score he had been busy with. Luckily, it wasn't quite discernible in whatever song it was.

"Makin' a new song. Figured I'd do that while I'm doin' the Christmas shit, too."

[hamburellakind]

"Ooh..." John peeked more obviously. "Can I take a look?"

As he looked down at the sheet, his fingers started flexing, forming chords and striking notes in midair. "Wow, you're good."

[urnewkingbitch]

He shrugged. It wasn't hurting anything, and it was for somebody else anyway.

"Sure, I don't mind." Good? "I've had years of practice. I better be fuckin' decent by now. 'Sides, it's not done yet. That's just a rough draft."

[hamburellakind]

"Yeah, I know! I wasn't just being nice, dude, stop getting defensive and weird." John wasn't sure if this counted as defensive, actually, but he knew Dave was being weird for sure. "I just meant it looks like it'd be fun to play."

He held up his hands, miming playing his piano.

[urnewkingbitch]

If Dave was less than a Strider, then he'd childishly stick his tongue out at John. But he was a Strider. That meant he had pride.

"I can get you the sheets when I'm done, if you want."

[hamburellakind]

"Ooh, yeah, that'd be cool!" John grinned. "We should all jam now that Rose is here!"

[urnewkingbitch]

"Hell yeah. I've been thinkin' about a mash-up of some old songs, actually."

[hamburellakind]

"Ooh!" John grinned, excited. "What songs?"

[urnewkingbitch]

"I was thinkin' Atomic Bonsai, Heir Conditionin', Time On My Side, and Dance of Thorns in that order."

[hamburellakind]

John grinned even wider, if that was in fact possible. "Yes. Yes. A million times yes. Do it."

He was already imagining it, actually. It would be amazing, hands down.