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WHO: Davesprite and Nill
WHERE: Near The Abandoned Church
WHEN: Backdated to the nineteenth/twenith
WARNINGS: Teenagers being teenagers
SUMMARY: Davesprite's been homeless for a few days and is getting a little desperate.
FORMAT: Brackets

[By the time nightfall had hit, Davesprite found himself bouncing rocks off a trashcan. It had been a long day of naps in the park and trying to keep himself busy, most of which had been complete failures. Thankfully, Dave blended pretty easily when he wasn't in spriteform, so nobody bothered the kid in shades sitting on the porch with his chin propped up on his hand.

He had been taking spriteform to try and stave off the urge to sleep, but since coming to the city, the rules had seemed to change. Sleep was once again a necessary part of his condition, and he was starting to hate it.

Most of his anger at John had faded, but he had no way to return without feeling intensely awkward. So instead, Davesprite would continue to Be The Homeless Kid until further notice.]

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[When she asks the question like that, she might notice him swallow a little awkwardly as he shrugs, body language subtly closing.]

Nah. Unless you're trying to point out subway musk that I'm missing. I didn't even go down there.

[He hadn't done much more than take a few naps inside a coffee shop or two when exhaustion had taken over his stubbornness, so it didn't really count. His shades hid the bags under his eyes pretty well.]

[Nill's lips press together as she tries not to laugh at his joke, because this is actually a pretty serious matter. She doesn't like it when any of her friends are in trouble. This counts as trouble. Her wings flick, betraying her agitation. She can't tell if he hadn't been serious about the hobo remark, or if this is just a way to play it off as no big deal when it might actually be. The most she can do right now is play along.]

No you do not have subway musk. I would be a little upset if you did since you have friends who do not throw tantrums over stupid things and would give you a shower to use.

[This is probably the closest Nill will ever come to saying something mean about John Egbert.]

[That statement makes Davesprite scoff in laughter, which he almost feels bad about. However, he does notice that she didn't laugh at his joke, and that she's trying to be serious. That only makes him want to keep the jokes up, of course.]

Yeah. That'd be pretty lame.

[Still, the wound was still fresh, as was his bruised pride, so he doesn't admit to his hobo tendencies. At the mention of other friends, he gets a little more serious. This was probably his chance to apologize.]

Dunno about the shower gig, though. Subway musk is all the rage with studs who also happen to be shitty friends.

[She hadn't expected him to bring up the elephant in the room again so soon. The blonde shifts, her grip on his arm tightening for just a split second before she corrects herself. Blue eyes focus on the wall behind him for a few moments before she can actually look at him. She doesn't know if he means he's a bad friend for kissing her when they'd been older, for almost immediately trying to make her regret it, for not alerting her earlier to the possibility of him being an actual hobo, or all of the above.

No matter which it is though, she isn't mad. She can't be. Having time to think about at leas the first two options, she can understand what his rationale had been, even if she disagreed.]

Too bad I do not know any subway musky studs who also happen to be shitty friends.

[There's no hint as to which one he's referring to, but he doesn't bother fighting her when she rebukes his claim. Dave simply doesn't have the energy after what had went down the past few days. The tightening grip doesn't seem to bother him, but judging by the way he doesn't answer her quip, he's having trouble agreeing with her.

Not because of what John had said (ok, maybe a little), but because Jade had been hurt by it in the process.]

[Without a response from him, she's at a loss of what to say. At least his silence confirms for her that he's been having issues with finding a bed to sleep in. Or at least that he hasn't been going back to the house with his friends. She wonders why nobody told her.

Nill's head dips a fraction as she looks away. She doesn't drop her hand, maintaining contact for the conversation. And because it doesn't feel right to yet. What she really wants is to tell him that it's okay, that she's here to help him if he needs it. But it isn't as if she can just outright say it, of course.]

Are you hungry?

[Its likely because he's managed to avoid all contact with trolls aside from Kanaya, who had probably been sworn to secrecy. He hadn't actually told anyone but Jade that he was planning to leave, so that had probably been another factor.

When she mentions food, his head lifts a little. He had been keeping fed well enough when he remembered to eat, but it had been a few hours since his last meal.]

Always.

[A hopeful smile quirks the corners of her lips. Maybe a good meal will relax him a little. At least he feels a little warmer, she thinks. Or maybe it's just because her hand has been in the same spot for the past minute or so.

She nods, and moves back towards the cupboard to grab a few things: chocolate, a bag of marshmallows, a box of graham crackers. If he hasn't figured it out already, they're going to make s'mores in her stove. She sets everything on the nearest table-like surface and heads back to the cupboard to grab two metal rods that will serve as marshmallow roasting sticks. She is a super classy girl who understands food groups. Or maybe just what mike someone feel better when they're down in the dumps.]

[At this point, Davesprite finally pulls a chair near the stove so he can sit, fully preparing to put his feet on the nearest surface where there isn't food or danger of catching his pants on fire. Once he's given the metal rod, he'll take a second to pop the marshmellow on, but if Nill tries to do something similar, he'll playfully parry her attempt with it.

Either way, he's glad to have something sweet to chow down on, so if she happens to look up, she might catch a tiny grin.]

[S'mores are a pretty standard snack for her, even if she doesn't look it. A possible perk of being genetically engineered in a test tube. The sweet tooth is something that's come naturally, though. It's probably Danny's fault.

Fortunately (unfortunately?) for Dave, Nill has actually had a considerable amount of training with swords--specifically, Naoto's katana, which she'd brought with her during her first (and so far, only) port-out. So with a grin, his parry is met with one of her own as soon as he tries to start roasting his marshmallow. She doesn't even try to hide her smile, eyebrows raising almost with a challenge.]

[Davesprite clearly appears surprised, though not in a negative way. He scoffs audibly and moves his poker aside slightly, letting a grin leak past his usual facade.]

Woah woah...s'cuse me, princess.

[Feeling successful, she slides a marshmallow on to the end of her roasting stick and makes to move it towards the fire again. On the way though, she gives his poker a nudge, metal clanging against metal lightly. She's full of surprises.

But ladies first, Dave.]

[When she nudges his poker, it springs into action, trying to butt it out of her hand and into the air -- if that happens, though, she will get to enjoy Davesprite's nearly failed attempt to try and catch it while simultaneously trying to beat her into roasting his marshmellow.

Someone in this room is a quality human being. Guess who it isn't.]

[Damian would be ashamed if he could see how easily she'd been caught off guard. But who expects a sneak attack from a friend who has already been bested? Nill scrambles forward for a second before realizing that he's trying to catch it, which prompts her to back up a little so he doesn't smack her in the face with it if he misses. It's a close call, but he manages, and she's impressed in spite of herself.

Except he has her marshmallow and is on the fast track to getting a s'more before her. The blonde ducks around him and tries making a grab for her roasting stick.]

[This escalated quickly. Now Davesprite is struggling to keep his balance, lean away from Nill without dropping her marshmellow, and roast his marshmellow all at the same time. Its not really working, as evident by the shock crossing his features when Nill comes at him to try and rescue her captive sweets.]

[She's comin' at you, bro. Not really, she doesn't want to send him toppling. Nill isn't a very solid human being, but throwing all of your weight at someone is a pretty good way to knock them off balance. So yeah, good thing she isn't doing that.

Instead, she's stretching up on tip-toe, reaching upwards to try and grab the rod higher than where he's holding it, or at least rescue her poor marshmallow. She doesn't see his face, too focused on her rescue attempt. She hasn't stopped smiling.]

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[And suddenly, he stops fighting her and lets her have the poker, because he has more important things to do. Like get graham crackers and chocolate. Davesprite will be smugly doing that with his golden brown marshmellow, struggling to keep the smirk out of his expression. It doesn't work.]

[Wow that was easy. But--oh no, he's beaten her to the s'mores! Nill puts on a pout, but it isn't at all serious. She moves in front of the stove and starts roasting her marshmallow. Except what she does is a sad excuse for roasting; she pretty much ends up with is a slightly warm, slightly gooey lump of sugar.]

[Davesprite reaches over to lay his hand on her poker again, laying the finished s'more on his palm and offering it to her so that he can finish roasting her marshmellow properly.]

[This is an unexpected development. Nill looks at him, considers as her wings rustle behind her, and then decides to accept both of his offers. She hands off the stick to him with one hand as she reaches for the s'more with the other. Cautious, of course. This could very well be another joke. But she really hopes it isn't, because it looks like Dave makes one hell of a s'more. The pout does turn to a smile, though.]

[No joke. He lets go of the food and moves to finish the marshmellow wordlessly. It made him feel a little better to do something nice -- but then it was also awkward, so there was no smartass quip to follow.]

[Her suspicion fades after the lack of a comment or joke afterwards. Well, more like changes. Not that she minds his (new-found) niceness, it's just... weird. For a split second, Nill feels awful because that implies that he isn't nice normally--he is, in his own way. This is just incredibly overt for him.

She steps back so she can sit perched on the edge of the bed, watching him go about his marshmallow roasting business, trying to figure out what all of this is about.]

[Davesprite says nothing else. He focuses instead on roasting the marshmellow, as the realization seems to settle in that wow, yup, he sure is gonna be here a while. Its not terrible, but at the same time it validates a lot of his insecurities.

When the marshmellow is done and he starts to stack the s'more, he's lost most of his appetite.]

[It's about the time he finishes the second marshmallow that she is thoroughly convinced something is up. Of course, him being who he is, she knows he isn't about to tell her outright what it is. So she licks her fingers clean, toes off her shoes, and then scoots over so there's room for him to sit beside her if he wants. And by the way her brows are raised and her head is tilted, she is not about to easily take no for an answer.]

[Davesprite turns from the fire, but makes no effort to join Nill. The s'more hangs uselessly in his hand as he answers her headtilt with his own, shifting where he sits in order to pull his legs beneath him as he sets the poker aside.

Its only after a moment of awkward silence does he finally bite into his treat. Maybe to give him an excuse not to say anything.]

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