i'm counting back the number of the steps

[heirterosexual]

Characters: John Egbert, Dave Strider, and anyone else who wants in.
Setting: Cafeteria! Saturday the 20th.
Format: Whatever goes.
Summary: Boys, candy, boys in pink skirts. John needs to get out more.
Warnings: Language, teenage boys being jerks to each other.



John was actually starting to get used to and almost enjoy his costume. The pants were a little tight but the jacket was actually sort of cool. He didn't pull the look off terribly well with his coke-bottle glasses, but thankfully he hadn't lost those to the costume since he sort of needed them to see. He had fallen into the habit of always having a candy cigarette in his mouth, to complete the look. He felt like maybe being in character would help his chances of getting candy.

So far it wasn't, really, but he had a good enough haul as it stood.

Currently, he was sitting at a table with his candy all strewn across it, sorting it and counting the individual pieces. He frowned.

"Why is it always banana laffy taffy? Banana is gross."

Comments

[knightime]

"Doesn't matter, dude. Don't eat the candy." Dave didn't seem bothered at all with his current predicament. Sure, he was stuck wearing the poodleskirt and the pink jacket, but he seemed to be completely fine with it. He just sat down next to John, shades and pokerface still in place.

"It's better this way since I don't think eating this shit is going to be a very good idea. It's probably the worst idea, to be honest."

[heirterosexual]

"Why not? That's what candy is for. To be eaten." He peeled the piece of offending banana Laffy Taffy out of its wrapper and bit off a piece of it, scrunching his face up at it. "Yep, still gross and banana." He folded the wrapper back over it and dropped it back into the pile.

[knightime]

"Because it's candy from the Tower. It might just suddenly fuck you over. Suddenly you're ripping hearts out or some morbid bullshit like that." Dave might or might not have had this happen to him. On more than one occasion.

[heirterosexual]

"I've eaten like three pieces over the course of the last couple of days and I've not gone Saw on anybody yet," he groused, fiddling with some of his other wrappers. He quirked his mouth funny.

[knightime]

"Don't jinx it and stop eating it. There's a reason why we're collecting it and not eating it, dude." Please stop eating the candy. He will beg. Well, if he gets desperate enough he will.

[heirterosexual]

Huffing a sigh, John rolled his eyes but pushed his pile of candy away from himself.

"Fine, fine, jeez. But after Halloween I'm eating it. Possibly binge-eating it. Like, all of it at once. And I will probably barf. That's gonna be your fault."

[knightime]

"I will take all responsibility for your stomach being a pussy. I'll hold your hair back while you vomit in the toilet. I'm just the best fucking pal. I know. No need to praise me for being awesome."

Dave kind of shoves container away from him. He doesn't want to look at this, god damn.

[heirterosexual]

"Maybe I'll just spitefully barf on your shoes, instead." He shoved his weight sideways, leaning on Dave and staying there with a jokingly sour expression.

[knightime]

"I don't have that many pairs of shoes. Don't be a dick, man." He just rolls his eyes behind his shades. "I thought I was the girl in this relationship."

[heirterosexual]

"What part of you being the girl here removes me from the right to barf on your shoes for making me eat all my candy at once?"

[knightime]

"I'm not going to cater to your needs. You're a man. I'm the beautiful female protagonist you're supposed to sweep off my feet. Barfing on my shoes is not going to make me love you."

[heirterosexual]

"Wow, dude. No freakin' homo."

[knightime]

"Totally platonic, bro. Totally platonic. Stop freaking out so much, I was just messing around."

[heirterosexual]

"Bluh," came John's less-than-intelligent reply.

[knightime]

"Stop being a sourpuss. I like someone else anyways." That...he didn't mean to say that to John.

[heirterosexual]

"Maybe I'd be a sweet puss if you'd let me eat candy," John grumbled, and then paused. "What, seriously?"

[knightime]

"That was really lame, I hope you realize." Dave doesn't say anything for a long time. "It's not a big deal." Uh oh.

[heirterosexual]

"Yep," he chirped, and then stood up to get as in Dave's face as he could, frowning. "Uh, yes it is!! This is the kind of shit you tell your best bro! Why don't I know her? Why is this the first I'm hearing of her???" He paused again. "Or him, I guess! I don't know your life or your preferences, dude."

[knightime]

Dave calmly tries to lean back and away from John. As casually as possible. Good thing for shades.

"I don't know. Because you haven't met her? It's not like I told her I like her or anything." Dave scoffs. "Thanks for being open minded at me potentially wanting the d, but it's a girl. I don't know. Liking someone here sounds mostly like it'll just end terribly. I don't know if she's just going to up and disappear from the tower one day, although I think she's been here longer than I have to be honest." Dave is being all vague and avoiding actually talking about her. Dave doesn't know how to handle his crush apparently.

[heirterosexual]

"Oh my God," John breathed, mouth hanging open briefly. "Oh my God! You're so totally crushing on some girl!" He punched Dave in the shoulder. "You asshole, who is she?? I have to approve, you know, I'm the best friend which is basically your dad without sexing up your mom so she could pop you out of her crotch!! I'm gonna be the best man when you two get married, I totally have to know what you're getting yourself into!"

[knightime]

Dave is starting to slowly turn bright red. Just over so slowly. Leave it to John to make this situation as embarrassing as possible, holy shit. "Shut up, John." Oh my god, he just wants to die so much right now. "It's probably some shitty high school crush bullshit that I'll get over in like a week. No wedding bells and embarrassing slideshows of us growing up, sorry to say. You're making this such a big deal." Except Dave has been hardcore crushing on her for awhile now.

[heirterosexual]

"Does this look like the face of a kid that gives any kind of a shit, you're crushing and you didn't tell me!!" He fisted his hand around the fabric of Dave's sleeve and shook him a little with it. "I have to know who she is, I'm not even kidding here, dude. Even if you get over it. This is totally a thing!"

[knightime]

"Maybe I just don't want to talk about it." John. You mistaken him for someone who's upfront about his feelings. He's too scared to even really hold hands with her, which can be even basic friendship activity. "Fine, holy shit. Her name is Naminé, not that probably even means anything to you at the moment. Get off my dick. Christ."

[heirterosexual]

He recoiled immediately and clapped his hands together, grinning. He hadn't paid Dave's mention of not wanting to talk about it a lick of mind. "Naminé, eh? Exotic but not Anne Rice. I like the sound of her. What's she like??"

[knightime]

You are the worst kind of friend. "Why don't you find out yourself? Are you expecting me to talk about her suddenly? Just because I'm in a poodle skirt doesn't suddenly mean I'm gonna start gossiping like the most lovesick girl who couldn't keep it to her diary." Try harder.