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[hamburellakind]

[The video feed starts out harmlessly enough. It's just John in his room, sitting on his bed. He is looking weirdly gleeful, though.]Hi guys! So I don't know who knows this but today is Nicolas Cage's birthday! For those of you who don't know who he is, Nic Cage is God's gift to human cinema basically the best thing to happen to my young life

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[urnewkingbitch]

im mildly disturbed now
wait
holy shit its the 7th already
damn it and i was planning on sleeping for the entire day
forgetting that this day existed
no im not watching con air with you unless youre streaming that shit

[urnewkingbitch]

k
then let me get some pants on and ill be there in a sec

[hamburellakind]

[Wow, okay. Time to not think too hard about why Dave doesn't have pants on.]

[urnewkingbitch]

i took a shower earlier before you even go there

[He's like a goddamn Jedi. Dave is walking into John's room almost two seconds after sending that text, and he wasn't lying about the shower. His hair is still dripping wet.]

Yo, Egbert.

[hamburellakind]

[John's brain, for its part, was similarly practiced and swift in its work. Like how it was already figuring out that he'd sounded like a teenage girl desperate for the football captain's attention on the communicator. And how it was noticing that he has to make an effort not to mentally describe Dave's wet hair as "sexy" and fuck, fuck, he really has it bad, doesn't he? He has...he has something bad.

Jesus Monkey Slut Christ, say something!]

Hey! Y-- you wanna watch something or, um. I mean that's why I invited you, hahaha.

[Asked him to a movie, you asked him to a movie.]

[urnewkingbitch]

[It can't be awkwardness from the kiss that's making him nervous, is it? It's been, like, two weeks since then. Maybe Santana did something.]

Yeah, that's why I'm here, other than to hang out. What Nic Cage themed movie are you in the mood for?

[hamburellakind]

Umm, I haven't seen Kick Ass yet! I was saving it since it's a future movie and all.

[He wanders over to the DVD player, wondering if he's blushing or anything because wow, he feels weird.]

Did you watch it yet, anyway? The previews looked really cool, even if you wanted to skip all of Nic's parts, haha.

[urnewkingbitch]

Yeah, I'm still catchin' up a bit to 2011. Bein' pulled two years, technically three now, into the future does that.

[Dave plops down in front of the TV somewhere, chill as can be.]

Haven't watched it yet, no. Figured you'd be on the ball with anythin' related to Cage, so I checked out everythin' else.

[hamburellakind]

Well, it felt like a special occasion type of movie. Plus I figured you and Rose and Jade might actually watch this one with me, haha.

[John sat down beside Dave, blushing for sure as he realizes they're alone. Sure, nobody would think it was odd to see the two of them together if they came in. But being alone was something...

Well.

Being alone, watching a movie he'd saved to watch with Dave...It just. Sounded weird, putting it that way in his head.

That was probably all.

Making something out of nothing.

John leaned back into a conveniently placed pile of pillows, doing his best to look relaxed and not at all rigid and awkward beyond belief.]

[urnewkingbitch]

Doesn't hurt to try. Hell, the movies Disney and Pixar came out with are pretty fuckin' good this time around.

[He grabs the bowl of cheetos, two Dixie cups, and the bottle of Coke, pouring a cup for each of them as he places the bowl in between them. Dave doesn't see anything wrong with sitting next to his best friend and having experience with keeping shit under control.

Still.]

You comin' down with a fever or somethin'? Don't tell me I managed to get you sick and you're only just now startin' to feel that shit.

[hamburellakind]

[Despite the fact that he'd been wanting to see this movie himself for a long time and therefore knew he should put this off, maybe forever, he couldn't help the weird half-laugh that poured out of him at Dave's question.]

Uh-- n-no. Not like that, anyway.

[He groans and covers his face. What should he say? Every time he'd tried to think about it he either thought about reasons why he shouldn't change anything or got scared by the prospect of actually enjoying himself because the what ifs were still there, always there, and...

He still didn't know.]

I'm still confused and the books are helping on most stuff, I guess, and yeah, I guess I've always kind of been a little less than 100% straight but labels are dumb anyway and-- and I just--

[He glances sideways at Dave, his hands still in front of his face.]

I don't want...anybody to get hurt.

[urnewkingbitch]

[Paint him like a confused as fuck French girl, what?]

What do you mean?

[hamburellakind]

[John exhaled heavily, finally turning to face Dave completely.]

I'm scared I'm getting my feelings...confused. So I don't want to say anything and have it not be...what I thought. Especially if you don't even...

[John scoots closer. He lowers his voice.]

Take off your glasses.

[urnewkingbitch]

[So many mixed signals are being received in Dave's senses and he doesn't know how to compute them. He wants to say HEY WHAT'S GOIN' ON?! but he can't because that's not the coolkid way of saying it.]

Is that a subtle hint for me to take 'em off? 'Cause I'm not seein' what that'll even accomplish, other than me without my trademark.

[hamburellakind]

I-- I wanna see your eyes when I ask you...something.

[He nudges Dave gently, frowning.]

Come on.

[urnewkingbitch]

[His stomach is kind of turning into an insane roller coaster, and he hesitates, thinking about it. John looks pretty fucking serious, so....

But Dave fails so hard at keeping his emotions out of his eyes and it's kind of freaking him out because he knows he fails even though he's okay with keeping his facial expressions and body language in check and not to mention his eye color is really fucking weird and....

Still....

He takes the shades off and sets them aside, looking John in the eye afterward.]

What's up?