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WHO: Bro and Dave Strider
TONE: Striderific. Also happy.
RATING: PG-13 for Strider language
WHEN: Saturday, the buttcrack of morning
WHERE: Hogwarts and Diagon Alley
WHAT: Bro takes Dave out to spend time with him.
STATUS: Ongoing
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When Dave had mentioned wanting to spend time with him, he'd immediately hatched a plan- it hadn't taken long after all, because he pretty much had the memory of an elephant. When it came to important things, anyway. So he'd remembered a previous conversation where Dave had mentioned saving up for a broom and that was all he needed to know just what they were gonna do. Dave was right, too. It'd been too damn long since they'd spent time together lately. That needed to be fixed.

It wasn't without chugging a fuckton of soda that he was able to wake up this morning, but he did it. He did it and he was fucking ready for this. There was no reason they needed to leave so early except for the fact Bro wanted to maximize the time he had to spend with Dave, and leaving in the morning was the best way to do that. He just really hoped that Dave had gotten enough sleep the night before, because if he hadn't then that would suck. Dealing with a grouchy Dave would just not be fun.

Or maybe it would. Who really knew.

Either way, he made his way into Gryffindor tower and up to the boy's dorm where Dave slept. It was when he was in the dorm and staring at Dave's sleeping form that he started to debate on the best way in which to wake him up. After a little while, he decided that the best way to do it was clearly to dive on him shouting "Avalanche!"

Which is totally what he did.

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"I try."

He in after Dave and lead the way over to a table. Part of him wanted to go the whole way and pull his chair out for the irony, but he decided against it, instead plopping down in the seat across from Dave. The food sure did smell good, and he was hungrier than he thought. "I think it's safe to say you don't even need a menu..."

But he, meanwhile, did, and he picked up to stare down at it.

"Nope, no menu required."

He was getting apple juice and apple pancakes and life was excellent. It was also full of apples. No, no Dave didn't have an addiction to a certain fruit. Not at all.

No addiction, huh? Bro was starting to really doubt that. He wondered if perhaps he might need to stage an intervention, rather than fuel the habit. Oh well, too late. "Didn't think so." Honestly it was pretty damn adorable, and he had to hide a smile. The waitress came not too long after that, and he ordered himself an omelet, while he let Dave order his apple juice and apple pancakes.

"They're going to think you have some weird apple fetish or something," he said after a few moments when the waitress walked away.