MINGLE TO YOUR HEART'S CONTENT

[these_balls]

Who: ANYONE AND EVERYONE
Where: ANYWHERE AND EVERYWHERE
When: November 25 - 27
Summary: GET IN HERE AND MINGLE
Rating: BUT PLEASE MARK YOUR THREAD CONTENT ACCORDINGLY
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[gulliblestooge]

[By the time Dave catches up with him, John has relocated himself to his Dusknoir's shoulders. He can totally see his house from up here! No, okay, he obviously can't because his house hasn't been anything but a memory for years now. And now it's not even a physically-manifested dreambubble construct. It's just all in his head.]

[There's a brief moment of blank staring from John at the birdboy in front of him. Then his face cracks into a grin as he slides off his Dusknoir. This probably puts him way below eye level, but that's okay. He opens his arms up towards Dave, that same goofy Egbertian smile still plastered to his face. Because some things will never change, no matter how long you exist: be it a normal human lifespan or uncountable ghost years.]

Hey. It's been a while.

[Longer for him than you could imagine. So long that the concept of "my Dave" no longer really has meaning. Kind of hard for that not to happen, considering that rarely is anybody in the dreambubbles the "right" version. Eventually you get used to that just being how things are, you take what you can get, and you're content with it. Especially since, in John's case, he knew there was no chance he'd ever get a chance to see "his" Dave. That was kind of the whole point of his Choice. Dave gets to go back and be a hero, and he...well he hangs out in some Horrorterror snoresnot and hopes that maybe one day he'll get the chance to see Rose, since she's the only one from their timeline that could feasibly join him. Only that's not what happened.]

[realslimstrider]

Yeah.

[For a second he's not sure what to do. His wings twitch then he's sinking down, his tail behind him like a long winding orange road as he wraps John in a hug. His wings cup around him as he sighs and wishes for the uptenth time that he had legs. Oh well.

No sense whining about it.

He'd known when he went back in time to put things right that he'd never see his friends again. Not alive. Davesprite knows sprites can die. He just doesn't know what happens when they do. His grip tightens as he sucks in a breath of air to steady himself.

This is not what he expected and he has no idea how to respond other than cling and blink repeatedly to clear his vision.]

You haven't changed a bit. [His voice sounds a little strained like the right word would make it all go tumbling down.]

[gulliblestooge]

[There we go. Much better. John wraps his arms around Dave and doesn't even care about the fact that this hug is probably a little too tight and is definitely going to last a little too long. Nope, not a single fuck is given in that regard. And he's definitely not sticking his face in Dave's neck plumage. Not at all.]

[Nope.]

Hehehe. Can't say the same for you, dude. You look dumb as hell.

[Trying to make this less emotional with humor? Judging by how his own voice sounds a little strained as well, the answer there is decidedly yes.]

[He's happy, really. Happier than he has been in a long time, but we all know how John gets when he's really emotional. He's not crying though...yet. Just give him a few more minutes, this is a reunion to rival the final scene of Con Air.]

[John pulls back a little, flicking at Dave's feathers.]

I mean come on dude, you grew a boa. Like an actual bird boa, h-how...how dumb is that?

[That falter was totally because he's laughing. Not for any other reason. Totally not because this is real and happening and Dave is here and John can hold him and wow no that just sounds really fucking gay we're not going to continue that line of thought. Especially since John totally isn't getting choked up right now.]

[realslimstrider]

You leap into a feathery asshole sprite and see what you come out as. This s 100% real bird ruff. None of that fake imitation crap you see on strippers or wild parties.

[It's easier to just talk. So long as he's talking he's not really thinking. It isn't a bird and a ghost.

It's just two best bros reuniting after eons of being in different spheres and finally running into each other. They'll manly hug it out and laugh together. It's all-]

I find the lack of legs bit to be the hardest part. Do you know how annoying that is? No toes, no feet, no shoes.

Just one long tail.

[He suppresses a cawing sound to rustle his wings. Have some orange feathers John. Missed him?]

[gulliblestooge]

Oh good, I'm glad to hear you didn't become a stripper while I was gone. I was genuinely worried about that, you know.

[John laughs a little, pulling away entirely and brushing some feathers out of his hair. Hell yes, he missed you, Dave. You have no idea how much.]

I dunno, I think it's kinda cool man. Plus shoes are overrated, always have to coordinate them with what you're wearing. And toes are just weird, like have you ever just sat down and really looked at toes? They're fucking weird. And I mean, come on you have wings! Can you really say you'd rather walk everywhere when you can fly?