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WHO: Davesprite and YOU
WHERE: Import clinic.
WHEN: All day post-void shenanigans
WARNINGS: Injuries, talk of nightmares and death of family
SUMMARY: Davesprite endures injuries from being caught by surprise -- and also deals with all of the nightmares from it henceforth.
FORMAT: Pick one! Just specify a day & time.

[Davesprite had fallen asleep after he had pushed Feferi off of him -- not that he had much choice in the matter. Really, it had been more of a faint than a choice of sleep. Combined with the exhaustion and his concussion, he couldn't keep himself conscious. Thankfully, with his wings mostly mended, it was easier for the nurses to lift him onto a stretcher and drag him to a bed. They continued to have trouble stuffing him in one bed, so anyone who happens to poke their head inside will find him spread out along three different beds in sprite form, fast asleep.

Of course, the second someone happens to step in the room, his eyes will snap open, and he will reach for his sunglasses off the table to slip them on. The only thing he won't do is sit up, or acknowledge whoever had come in. At least not right away -- he'll wait to see who's bothering to come in and hassle him. Hopefully it was a nurse, and not somebody who knew him.

The second he would open his eyes, he would feel dizzy and be forced to shut them again. When his eyes were closed, he would see all those nightmares that the void had forced him to relive. All things considered, he couldn't win no matter what he decided to do, eyes opened or closed.]

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[ He's glad to see Dave looks like he's doing okay. He kind of figured he'd be a lot worse for the wear than this, but he's had a few days to recover now. John does still feel a little bad he didn't come earlier when he was still probably in shittier condition.

Not that he really wanted to see Dave in shittier condition! Just that he wanted to see him earlier than this. Though he probably would have had that same "do I want to see him at all" problem that he had now, so who knows? Maybe he would have still put it off a few days and it would have all worked out the same anyways.

When Davesprite asks his question though, John holds out his hands in front of him to show they're empty. ]

Nope! Also you bring people who are in the hospital flowers, not chocolate.

Flowers suck, fuck etiquette, I want chocolate.

[This was a lot more awkward than he thought it would have been. Not that he ever believed that John couldn't take care of himself, if it came right down to it, but he had already heard from Kanaya that John had helped take out the big grimdark storm after he had his ass kicked to hell and back. Dave wasn't quite used to being the damsel in distress.

He scratches at his neck a few times, pulling out a clump of feathers without even really noticing. He was glad John came out of it looking better than him, but at the same time wondered what that said about himself.

Stupid alternate timelines and shit.]

[ Surprise! Sometimes John can do things without dying. It doesn't happen as often ad he'd like for it too, but it does still happen, and when it does...

Well, there's a lot less blood to clean up, that's for sure! ]

I'm gonna bring you flowers next time I come.

[ If Davesprite is lucky he might even bring him flowers that don't squirt water out of them too. He might have to be really lucky for that to happen though. For the meantime though he is walking into the room and plopping down at the foot of Davesprite's bed without asking if it's okay if he sits there or not. ]

Are you molting again?

[ Because it's kind of a pain in everyone's ass whenever that happens at any of the points he's been here. ]

Don't worry about it.

[Dave watches him move, picking a few feathers out absently as John moves. He's just really glad a ton of people he knew didn't get hurt a second time. But then John mentions molting and he frowns at him.]

...huh. Guess that would make sense.

[He stares at one of the feathers between his fingers almost thoughtfully.]

You think I'd be used to the bird shit by now.

[ He shrugs. He wasn't that serious about bringing flowers anyways, he was just being annoying about the whole not bringing chocolates deal.

John pulls his legs up onto the bed, tucking his feet under him and reaching down to pick at a little bit of the blanket that looks like it might have a thread or two popping out. He watches Davesprite pull out feathers.

It sucks that Davesprite is stuck here, but at least he's getting his molting stuff done while he's here instead of tracking them all over the house later? ]

Like the weird cawing and all of that?

[Good, that'd be weird.

Davesprite wiggles a little to pull his tail closer to him, away from John. He's not entirely sure why, since it makes him feel more scrunched. But somehow, he feels more comfortable this way.]

Yeah. And this. I never thought about molting before. Like, that it could even be a thing, I mean. Next thing, I'll be digging worms out of the ground.

[He's mostly kidding.]

I guess because it ain't a totally permanent fixture? Like, it is but it isn't.

[Since when it came down to it, it was always the human form he lost. It was always the form he had to put effort into keeping. Like whatever higher power had brought him here wanted him to know that he was still a sprite, and not totally human.]

Anyway, it itches like a motherfucker. Scratch my back for me, dude.

[ Well for one there's less of a chance of John moving back and sitting on it. That would be pretty darned uncomfortable. It's like sitting on someone's foot. If it doesn't outright hurt, it feels weird because someone's butt is on top of you.

He gives Davesprite and uncertain look at the comment about worms. He doesn't know a lot about crows, but he googled them once out of boredom, so he knows that crows eat dead rotting animals instead of worms. He's hoping Davesprite doesn't start chowing down on rotting bodies, because that would be pretty damn gross, and it's bad enough that they are forced to be around Gamzee and his corpse breath sometimes, he didn't want Davesprite to have corpse breath too.

He actually hung around Davesprite by choice.

He looks even more uncertain when Davesprite tells him to scratch his back for him. ]

Gross. Am I going to get feathers all over my hand if I do?

[We're not going to talk about the weird things he thinks about when he's walking around town.

But what they are going to talk about is how much of a weenie John is being. Davesprite gives him the flattest look possible.]

Sure are. The feather cooties are going to infect your very being. Soon you'll be sprouting them yourself. Its an epidemic, you may as well embrace it now before its too late.

[ Davesprite... no that's really gross. You're gross, dude.

Also John's giving him a pretty flat look back. It's a motherfucking stare off, because John still thinks touching your friend's shedding feathers is gross. It's like your friend asks you to brush their hair, only giant hair clumps come out in your hand when you do. What's not nasty about that? ]

Okay, just shut up and turn around already.

[Oh wow, he didn't actually think John would take up the offer. But his wings hurt like crazy, not to mention they itch something fierce, so he's not about to turn it down, even if he had been half joking.

Plus, it'll be worth it to hear John squeal like a little girl once he's covered in orange. He shifts and adjusts his pillows to flip himself over, skillfully managing to adjust his wing so he doesn't manage to hit John in the head when it does it.]

Bossy tonight.

I only told you to do something one time. Just now!

[ That is hardly being bossy. Though okay, technically he told him to do two things. But Dave only actually did one of those two things, so "shut up" doesn't count when Davesprite can't even follow simple instructions.

Mostly he just wanted Dave to stop with his stupid "Dave joking" before he got started. The Daves could be really annoying when they started with their rambling lines of Dave jokes, and they didn't seem to really know how to stop themselves.

Also he's not going to squeal like a girl because of feathers! Davesprite is stupid for thinking that.

Either way John is maneuvering himself around on the foot of the bed so he can sit up on his knees and crawl forward before squinting down at Davesprite's back.

Did he... mean scratch the ruff part or...? ]

Erhm... what part am I supposed to be scratching?

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