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sortinghat_logs2012-04-08 12:31 am
plushaeusrumpified) wrote in sortinghat_logs2012-04-08 12:31 am
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Striders have feelings too
WHO: Bro and Dave Strider
TONE: Serious and Ironic
RATING: ...R? Strider language.
WHEN: Easter hols
WHERE: John's House
WHAT: Bro gets tired of Dave's shit.
STATUS: Ongoing
It wasn't often that Bro snapped, but he finally did. Ever since parent's day, ever since that stupid discussion where Dave found out the truth, it had been one passive aggressive and downright hurtful comment after the other. Not that Bro would have admitted to being hurt, because fuck that shit. But Dave was not as subtle as he probably thought he was, and each one was a punch in the gut. Or maybe that was the intention.
Either way, Bro was tired of it. He'd shown up at the Egbert house because... damn it, there was nothing to do without Dave. He was bored! So he hoped that going to the Egbert house would be a fun time. But nah, it'd been pretty fucking miserable. He should've known, but he'd pretty much stupidly hoped that Dave would have gotten over it by then. Nope.
So it was after Dave's last comment that Bro stood up, and he was pretty much radiating anger. He went over to Dave and gripped him by the arm and headed towards the first room that he found, which ended up being the office of one Dad Egbert. "You and me need to have a fucking chat," he stated. He pushed Dave into the room and pulled out his wand, pointing it at the door. It shut and locked by itself, and then he murmured a soundproofing charm.
"Alright, say whatever it is you've gotta fucking say because I'm getting sick of this shit," he said, his voice low and angry. "Or are you too much of a fucking pussy that you can't just come out and say it, you've got to make passive aggressive remarks that are about as subtle as that pimple of John's forehead. Man up, Dave, stop being a fucking coward- except that's me, isn't it? My fucking bad."
TONE: Serious and Ironic
RATING: ...R? Strider language.
WHEN: Easter hols
WHERE: John's House
WHAT: Bro gets tired of Dave's shit.
STATUS: Ongoing
It wasn't often that Bro snapped, but he finally did. Ever since parent's day, ever since that stupid discussion where Dave found out the truth, it had been one passive aggressive and downright hurtful comment after the other. Not that Bro would have admitted to being hurt, because fuck that shit. But Dave was not as subtle as he probably thought he was, and each one was a punch in the gut. Or maybe that was the intention.
Either way, Bro was tired of it. He'd shown up at the Egbert house because... damn it, there was nothing to do without Dave. He was bored! So he hoped that going to the Egbert house would be a fun time. But nah, it'd been pretty fucking miserable. He should've known, but he'd pretty much stupidly hoped that Dave would have gotten over it by then. Nope.
So it was after Dave's last comment that Bro stood up, and he was pretty much radiating anger. He went over to Dave and gripped him by the arm and headed towards the first room that he found, which ended up being the office of one Dad Egbert. "You and me need to have a fucking chat," he stated. He pushed Dave into the room and pulled out his wand, pointing it at the door. It shut and locked by itself, and then he murmured a soundproofing charm.
"Alright, say whatever it is you've gotta fucking say because I'm getting sick of this shit," he said, his voice low and angry. "Or are you too much of a fucking pussy that you can't just come out and say it, you've got to make passive aggressive remarks that are about as subtle as that pimple of John's forehead. Man up, Dave, stop being a fucking coward- except that's me, isn't it? My fucking bad."
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Yeah, he could get used to that. It felt pretty good to smile, to not hide behind the wall of impassive assholishness he'd built up over the years. But only for Dave; he couldn't see himself doing it for anyone but him, because... Dave wouldn't judge him like other people would. Dave was the only one who understood him enough, the only one he would ever feel comfortable enough with to open up to.
Finally after a few more seconds, he nodded his head towards the door. "S'go," he murmured, reaching into his pocket as he withdrew his arm from Dave's shoulder and reached for his wand. Before he dispelled the privacy spells, he looked back to Dave with a smirk. "Wanna really mess with 'em, give Egbert what he's been trying to hear the whole damn time?" He flicked his wand and the spells were lifted, "Yell at me. Let's give him a fuckin' show."
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And damn, it felt good. It was like catharsis, just to grin like a kid for once. Because if Bro was doing it, that meant that Bro wasn't going to judge him for doing it too.
Then Dave fought to bring his pokerface back under control when Bro pulled away and withdrew his wand to lift the privacy spells. He'd already started preparing himself for the barrage of questions that he was inevitably going to get from John and Jade as soon as he left the room, when Bro paused and looked at him with a smirk. Dave's eyes widened behind his shades, his eyebrows arching up, and his mind went totally blank for a moment when he was told to yell at Bro. So he just sputtered for a moment and yelled the first thing that came to mind.
"WELL?"