she said baby

[cawky]

WHO: Davesprite (and company) + Nill
WHERE: Outside...somewhere
WHEN: LAST MONTH because I suck
WARNINGS: This is gonna get confusing fast
SUMMARY: Davesprite is having trouble keeping his multiselves under control...still
FORMAT: Quicklog

[It had definitely been a long couple of days for Davesprite.

His aspect made him no stranger to the concept of multiple selves, though he found that the matter was entirely different when your selves...were nothing like you. Or when those same selves had an annoying habit of doing their own thing, because you mutually annoyed one another. The result is a scene that doesn't seem too out of the ordinary -- Davesprite cloud surfing in the streets to blow off some steam as night begins to fall...that is, unless someone took a moment to observe the sprite's flight pattern.

Davesprite doesn't fly straight, but almost lazily. He dips downward and then slowly angles himself back upward, making him look more serpentine than usually with how his tail follows him. He sways back and forth, far too airheaded for typical coolkid Strider. Is he sick? High?

Nill is about to find out, as it seems she's been spotted. Davesprite's glasses are purposefully slipped down his nose so he can get a better look before he proceeded to waft downwards on the nearest air current in order to land in her path smoothly.

Well, almost. It had looked to be a pretty smooth landing until it actually happened. Davesprite ends up on his stomach just a bit too far away from her, chin propped up on a clawed hand.]

How you doin'?

Comments

[culver]

[She's so surprised by the tugging that she actually steps towards him. Since when did Dave initiate physical contact out of anything but necessity? Maybe that means he's alright with her "talking" right now. This is a little more than the usual hardly-touching-hands, but Nill hasn't lately been one to complain about contact.]

I just got off work. [She smiles, laughing.] What gang would want me?

[cawky]

[Davesprite sits a little straighter on his tail so they end up being the same height, his head tilting to the side.]

Right...jobs. Still gotta get me one of those before Kanaya bites my head off again.

[He looks a little unsure about that line, like he doesn't quite remember Kanaya actually biting his head off but knowing it actually happened regardless.]

Dunno. You kick some pretty serious ass when you uh. Want to.

[culver]

[Nill has mostly forgotten that they're in the middle of the sidewalk--there aren't that many people here right now anyway. Unfortunately, the mention of Kanaya immediately puts a bitter taste in her mouth. While the corners of her lips turn down slightly, she manages to keep an otherwise straight face and not let her mood change seep into her voice. She decides not to comment, instead focusing on what else he's said.]

I don't want to often. Which I guess is good.

[cawky]

[There's a telling scoff from Davesprite and the grin turns into a small smirk as he shrugs.]

Maybe. Maybe not. Girls kicking ass is kinda hot.

[The grin flickers briefly.]

Don't hit me though. Seriously. That would suck, and would be less hot. That'd just hurt. Not cool.

[culver]

[For the first time in a long time, Nill feels her cheeks warm a little bit. Girls kicking ass is kinda hot? She doesn't want to think about that too much, so instead she gives his arm a tug and gestures forward. They should walk--or well, in his case slither? She isn't entirely sure how to describe his movement on the ground.

But at least he gets her to laugh.]

Don't worry, I promise not to. I don't hit my friends.

[cawky]

[He follows obediently into his slither, which is admittedly rather slow going due to his size, but he seems to be more focused on Nill's silent laughter anyway. Laughter is a plus, it means he's going places.

One claw pushes his shades back into place smoothly -- almost. His hand slips and his talon jabs just a little too hard into his forehead, causing him to make a small discontented noise. He'll try and play it off by covering the spot he poked.]

That'd be what we call a conflict of interest.

[culver]

[Walking with him like this is a little awkward, but she doesn't break stride. She just prays that she doesn't accidentally step on his tail. And she certainly doesn't let on that she's noticed him poking himself in the face. It's the least she can do, considering the compliment and initiation of contact. Instead, she looks away as if admiring the trees that have not yet started to turn for the coming Fall.]

Which is why I try to avoid it.

[cawky]

[With how long his tail is, one of them is bound to get tangled or trip eventually. Davesprite isn't exactly paying attention to where he's going. He's pretty focused on chatting with Nill anyway.]

Actually it kinda goes both ways. Like you don't wanna hurt a friend, but a friend digs chicks who kick ass...and also doesn't want their ass kicked.

[A few hand gestures accompany his explanation.]

Or something.

[culver]

[To be honest, she isn't entirely sure where he's going with this, but she tries to follow along anyway. She's sure there's something good in there somewhere, though she can't pick it out on the fly. Oh well. He's actually trying to make conversation, which hasn't happened in a while, as far as she knows. It's nice. Her smile doesn't leave.]

That is definitely something.

[Nailed it.]

[cawky]

[He's not entirely sure where he's going with it either. Its probably better if they never reach where he is trying to go. Davesprite's wings rustle slightly as he looks suspiciously over his shoulder. The other two would come looking for him soon. Could he steal away a little extra time?]

You know what's for squares? Walking. Walking is for squares.

[He stops slithering and tugs on her hand a little insistantly.]

I got a way better idea.

[culver]

[This is the point where she almost trips over his tail, since she's kept walking and he has clearly not. But she catches herself, partly because he still hasn't let go of her hand. And at least this time she can follow his train of thought--even if she isn't entirely sure about it at first.

But then, she does like flying and she hasn't done it since John left. Maybe it would be nice.]

I think I know what it is. And I think I don't want to be square.

[cawky]

[He feels her start to trip and instantly further entwines his tail around her to make a barrier, looking awkwardly concerned the way he straightens and fluffs up. He could chew his talons off with how embarrassed he is.

But then she agrees to flying and he seems to relax a little. He could let her ride on his back, but then she'd have to hang on. It'd be better for him to carry her, surely.

She only gets the brief warning of him leaning down to pluck her bridal style out of his tail coil.]

Uh. Yeah. My bad.

[He bounces skyward without much hesitation after that. Davesprite takes the liberty of holding her a bit closer than necessary to protect against whatever wind might be rushing past them as he gains altitude.]

[culver]

[There aren't really any words to describe how it feels to be wrapped up in a ghost-tail. Davesprite's.... sprite form has never really bothered her, but it's still unexpected. And she's definitely steady now, so that's a plus.

And then he picks her up and it's a game of Who Can Be More Embarrassed.

So far, she thinks she's winning. Or losing. Where is she supposed to put her hands? As far as she knows, the last time he'd carried her like this was when she'd been bleeding out, so obviously none of these concerns had surfaced then. But at this moment, she's incredibly aware of said concerns. So she awkwardly wraps one arm around his neck while the other rests in her lap. This is clearly the best option. She dips her head, turning her face towards his chest slightly to keep the wind out of her eyes.]

It is alright.

[cawky]

[Score one for affectionate Davesprite. He's got the girl, he's up where nobody can reach him, and she's cuddling. Even if its because she has no choice. It counts.

Davesprite continues on course, but briefly rests his head against her's as he goes. She'll never notice. Or maybe she will. He doesn't care. In fact, its almost not enough. He's gotta find a nice place to land so he can focus on cuddling instead of flying.

A voice in the back of his head is noting something about a cramped style, but he's ignoring it in favor of scaling the nearest skyscraper.]

[culver]

[Even though she doesn't really want to admit it to herself, something is definitely off about him. About all of this. She wonders if something happened to him at home, if Kanaya or Rose had said or done something to make him leave again and look for her. She really hopes not. As much as she enjoyed spending time with Davesprite, the headache (and heartache) brought on by the last time he'd run away had done a number on her. She doesn't think she's up for a round two.

She tries not to let herself enjoy it, but it's difficult. She doesn't get much physical affection these days aside from hand-holding or the occasional hug from Kate. That's by her own choice, of course--getting close hurt. Not physically, just emotionally.

Once they get close to a building she lets herself look up slightly, vision hindered by bright orange feathers in her face. She raises her free hand to press them down, trying to figure out where they're going. Definitely still up, but she isn't afraid of falling. She knows he's a fast flier. And the City looks nice from high up.]

Excited to see the view?

[cawky]

[He shrugs and looks down under his shades without moving his head.]

Are you? I practically live up here. I got real-estate on the skyline and shit.

[Davesprite goes until he hits the top of the skyscraper. At least it'd take a bit for his panicked otherselves to find him up here. He doesn't let Nill down, but instead loosely coils his tail to cushion his cargo comfortably as he settles. His wings shield them both to create a buffer against the wind and to block out the scenery.

He grins.]

So. How's the view?

[culver]

[That gets a smile out of her, even with her current doubts. This cockiness he has while in the air is one of the reasons she isn't afraid of falling. It reminds her of the way Heine was always so sure of himself when he said he'd protect her.

But she stops that thought cold before it gets too far.

Instead, she moves her arm from around his shoulder, expecting to be set on her feet, but instead finds herself still close to him and sitting on ghost-tail. This is weird. Not unwelcome, but still weird. Her wings flick, a loose feather or two falling gently to the concrete roof before they settle. She looks away from him, actually trying to see the buildings and such, but is vaguely disappointed at the sight of more orange feathers instead. Well, at least it isn't windy. She rolls her eyes a little.]

It is closer to sunset than I thought.

[cawky]

[He pouts a little, but the curtain of wings quickly disappears as his wings fold behind him. Davesprite doesn't let go of her though. He let's a whistle loose and allows his wings to droop dramatically.]

Tough crowd.

[culver]

[Wow. His taste for drama never ceases to surprise her.

The wind is an acceptable trade-off for the sight of the City laid out like building blocks below them, an almost perfect grid. It makes her smile just to see it, so organized. And in the distance she can see the bright glow that is no doubt Times Square. But she does turn that smile to him when he speaks, sitting up straighter on her tail-cushion.]

Sorry. I just like to look sometimes.

[cawky]

[He looks for a moment like he has a witty comeback, but its robbed from him once he gets a good look at how much she's enjoying the few from above. His feathers lay back down from their slightly indignant position and he offers her a tiny (and much more Davesprite-like) grin.]

I guess I can trade off the attention to the skyline just this once.

[culver]

[That worked... better than anticipated. Huh. He doesn't seem to be in a bad mood--far from it, really. That definitely rules out something bad happening at home. She settles back, wanting to think for a moment or two, but is distracted by his less sarcastic reply. Which prompts her to give him a gentle poke in his side.]

I can pay attention to both of you.

[cawky]

[Davesprite's wing comes up on one side to support her in case she wanted to lean rather than deal with his tail. He wiggles a little when poked and reaches for her hand with one of his own clawed hands.]

I ain't all that great at sharing.

[The tip of his tail flicks a little with interest.]

[culver]

[Automatically, she takes the hint and presses her back against his wing a bit. It's soft, but offers plenty of opportunity for leaning. For a moment, she lets herself enjoy it. It's nice to hang out and not worry about whether or not she's going to ruin him even more than she apparently already had.

And then he takes her hand and she stops cold.

Slowly, she turns her head to look at him, but is met only with the reflection of her own eyes in his shades. Something is wrong, she just doesn't know how to broach the subject. Nill isn't always great at being direct. She doesn't take her hand away from him, still trying to process the off-ness and figure out what to do about it.]

Sharing is important.

[It is a lame response and she knows it as soon as it leaves her head.]

[cawky]

[Was he aiming for the wrist or the hand? The world may never know.

Still, her statement makes him scoff a little, and she might notice his brow furrow behind his shades.]

I got enough to share, don't you think?

[His life, his name, his friends. The list went on quiet a bit.]

[culver]

[Nill is entirely out of her depth. She feels incredibly stupid and worried all at the same time. If there was a moment when she could magically make a distraction appear, it would be right now. Sadly, that is not one of her powers. Instead, she is forced to deal with the conundrum of Davesprite either going insane or opening up emotionally, neither of which she had been prepared for today.]

You do.

[Backtrack, Nill.]

Are you feeling alright?