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Cause there's dirt on my skirt and pebbles stuck in my toes.

WHO: ROSE LALONDE and DAVESPRITE
WHERE: kidhaus
WHEN: FEN 19TH at midnight.
WARNINGS: lmfao feelings
SUMMARY: Rose and Davesprite meet at midnight and raid the fridge and chat.
FORMAT: Quick 2 start then whateves.

[The fridge is unsurprisingly almost-empty when Rose opens it. She takes out a carton of yoghurt and thinks: I have to go grocery shopping and then I hope this yoghurt is in date?

She's going to eat it anyway.

There's barely any light in the kitchen. Rose is tempted just to sit on the floor and eat her yoghurt rather than make the arduous trek back to her room. She sits on the ground (it's cold against her butt, but bearable) and dives into the yoghurt. Not being able to sleep sucks. The midnight munchies suck even harder. ]

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[Davesprite has gotten used to his routine of moving around kid haus since his forced return. With Rose in possession of his spirograph, he was still bound to spriteform and thus limited as to when he could venture out into the wide open space to get things done. Like eating.

Then again, it may have also had something to do with avoiding certain people since certain events had happened, but that was beside the point currently.

There's no way to hide his orange glow when he moves down the hall -- he tries to make sure nobody wakes up when he passes by their room by throwing the occasional shirt or towel down in front of the door frame after pulling them off his shoulders. Its not really a big deal, this awkward schedule of moving around. Davesprite never slept well anyway.

His sunglasses are off, when he rounds the corner. Its hard enough to see in the dark without them in the way, so Rose will enjoy the full expression of surprise when he sees her sitting on the floor in the kitchen eating yogurt.

Awkward. He throws a towel at her to wipe up whatever yogurt doesn't make it to her mouth.]

Don't leave evidence of the late night outting. I ain't dousing any rumors tomorrow morning.

I'm not a messy eater.

[She dabs her mouth anyway. She squints at him in the dark; he is a little too bright for this time of night. (His spirograph is around her neck; looking at him, now, it feels like it's burning. Maybe she feels a little guilty about it.)

She gulps down another spoonfull. ]

Can't sleep?

[He doesn't look at her long. He hadn't talked much since the shadow witches had attacked the city. Everything was suddenly twice as awkward, even when one wasn't considering the problem between him and John. He lands on the ground and folds his massive wings as close as possible, slithering toward the pantry.]

Hungry, that's all.

[Which is, of course, code for "No, can't sleep." Its pretty easy for him to hop up on the counter and peer around the door to search for a box of stale cheez-its]

You?

Dave is snoring.

["No, I can't either." ]

I don't think he is actually asleep. He is probably doing it to be obnoxious because I vacuumed his room.

[This isn't awkward at all. She swallows down another spoonful. ]

You don't just enter the mancave, Rose.

[Eventually he finds the box, shakes it to make sure there's stuff inside, and then sits back on the counter to munch, hiding behind it so the only thing totally visible is his tail which hangs off the edge and sways of its own accord.]

Its a sacred place.

Sacred and repulsive.

[She's seem some stuff, dude. She's seen some stuff.

She slurps a huge mouthful of yoghurt. She wonders if she is imagining the awkward tension in the air between them. She wonders if Davesprite is mad at her for being so meddlesome. She wishes she had something sugary. ]

I boiled your underwear, you know.

[He shifts on the counter and fills the silence with the sound of crunching.]

I guess I'll know what to expect when I can't get them over my junk. I'll know not to get excited.

[He leans back around the counter to look at Rose.]

Why were you even in there? My room, I mean.

I was hoping to find something to blackmail you with so that you would come home.

[It's half true. ]

Instead all I found were your boxers and a pizza box.

[There's a stretch of silence before Davesprite sighs.

After the events the week prior, Rose was dangerously close to being someone who knew an absurd amount about him. Too much for Davesprite to be entirely comfortable with. He remembered everything -- the interactions between his alternate selves.]

...I don't keep much around anywhere.

I noticed.

[She won't mention it if he doesn't.

Another stretch of silence passes before Rose sighs, glancing at the fridge. ]

I almost considered getting you one of those baby leashes.

You got the next best thing instead. The whole package deal in one convenient spirograph.

[Its said in passing, more of a joke, though with his usual flavor of deadpan it likely comes out more malicious than he means for it to. He had screwed up his friendship with John that way.]

[She touches it, absently. She swallows.

For a second, she thinks she has ruined everything between them. Between herself and Davesprite, between herself and John.

She sighs. ]

You can have it back. I think -- Kanaya worked hard, to bring you home. But it's no good if I'm keeping you here against your will.

[He says nothing for a long minute. It wasn't that he didn't want the spirograph back -- he did. Badly. Not so he could just run away again, because that would prove Kanaya correct about everything she ever said about him, and he couldn't bare to deal with that.

He can hear the disappointment in her tone. Its depressing.

He continues to say nothing. If she's looking back at him, she might notice him leaning heavily on a bend in his tail. There was no easy way to answer her.]

[The silence says far more than he ever could. She is almost too ashamed to look at him. She wishes it hadn't taken Kanaya's intervention to bring him home. She wishes this whole, stupid fight hadn't happened in the first place.

She toys with the spirograph between her thumb and forefinger and glances at him. It isn't that she's disappointed -- she would say as much, if he asked.

Rose lifts it up and over her head. She gets to her feet afterwards and holds her hand out.]

It's yours.

[He just sort of starts at it, like a child who was being told to steal in front of the store owner. Davesprite doesn't reach for it, instead occupying his hands with the cheez-it box and pressing his tongue to the inside of his cheek. There's no way to hide his expression without his shades, so she'll notice his eyes constantly flickering between her's and the object in her hand.

His wings ruffle uncomfortably.]

So...are you mad at me too?

[It comes out before he even realizes it, but he has to know who's in the "we hate Davesprite" corner before he accepts the necklace.]

[She freezes. There is no possible way to hide the look of confusion on her face. ]

I'm not mad at you.

[She isn't sure she really wants to have this conversation in the kitchen. ]

You ... You worried me.

Dunno.

[Davesprite doesn't seem to care about having this conversation in the kitchen. Everyone is asleep except them. At least he hopes so.

In truth, he doesn't really want to have the conversation at all, but its been bothering him for a good week at least.]

There was never anything to worry about.

You disappeared without a word.

[She is a little upset. Not angry, just unbelievable frustrated. Dave(s) can be so stupid sometimes. ]

You had the world's most ridiculous argument with John and then you just left.

[He's exhausted said arguement by now, so he doesn't retort back. Instead, he looks back down to the box of cheez-its and pops a few more in his mouth.]

Seemed like the right thing to do, at the time.

[Its a genuine answer.]

And I guess maybe I got tired of it.

Tired of what, exactly?

Does it matter? I'm back, now.

[aka: I don't want to talk about it.]

[She takes a quiet, deep breath. Her shoulders square and her jaw sets and she narrows her eyes.

The frustration is endless. She has a lot she wants to say. There are so many things on the tip of her tongue: of course it matters! and stop acting as though no-one understands you!

What she says, instead, is this: ]

Suck it up.

[Davesprite says nothing to that, the tip of his tail curling upward onto the counter in a subtle admonished fashion. He rests back against the wall again and takes his hands out of the cheez-it box, opting instead to fold them over his chest.

The silence hangs as he works himself up for the admission.]

I got tired of John treating me like I was a stranger. [Pause. No, that wasn't it entirely. He tries again.] Like I wasn't a person.

[She is slowly beginning to hate the way Davesprite can make her stubborn face crumble like a guilty, half-baked apple pie. Her expression softens. She sighs. She wants to slap John across his scalp and then pinch his thigh. Boys.

She rubs a temple. All she wanted was to eat some yoghurt. ]

I assume he has denied doing this?

He doesn't know the difference.

[Davesprite shrugs in response. "Suck it up". She was probably right. He closes the box of cheez-its and sets it aside, glancing back at the spirograph being offered to him. His expression has evened out again.

This is getting too personal too quickly. He takes one of the cheez-its out of his hands and flicks it into Rose's hair before reaching to take the spirograph from her. If nothing else, it would be nice to be able to fit through doorways a little easier.]

Its a damn good thing nobody is allergic to feathers around here. Unless you count the cats.

[That cat repellent was the best thing that ever happened to him.]

[Ignorance is no excuse, she thinks while frowning. She steps off his case. She is not winning anything tonight. She puts her yoghurt back into the fridge and shrugs, half-heartedly. ]

I do keep finding your feathers in the strangest of places, you know.

Yeah well.

[He slips the spirograph over his head and there's a brief flash of light before Dave is hopping off the counter and back onto his feet, sliding his hands comfortably in his pockets. He blinks a few times, way too much to be normal as he tries to readjust his eyes. It proves to be very difficult for him without the orange glow.]

Won't have to worry about that anymore. Hopefully.

Until you next molt, at least.

[yeah buddy like she's forgotten. ]

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