towerofanimus | Once you party with us

Characters: Dave Strider, the loser Homestucks with birthdays in December, Naminé, and everyone else who's in the Media Room at that time.
Setting: Media Room
Format: Either
Summary: Party in the media room. Look at all these stupid kids who have birthdays in December.
Warnings: Teenagers are dumb. Stupid shenanigans.

It wasn't really a proper party set-up. There were no decorations or anything that would signify it were a party. Dave didn't really have supplies or time to make anything and he wasn't really around to even plan anything in the first place.

Jason didn't really make it any easier by giving them only foodbars and water for this month either.

But he did try. He made those shitty paper ringlets to hang and he taped really crappy drawings of balloons to the walls. An attempt was made and he thinks his balloons are pretty fucking awesome anyways. It was a little sad. The list was a lot shorter than he anticipated. He ignored that nagging thought though. He didn't want to recall that a lot of his friends had left while he was gone.

Yeah, pretending that isn't a thing that happened.

Too busy admiring his really shitty attempt at birthday decorations.

Damn, he even made a cake. Ok. It wasn't really a cake. He mashed nutrition bars into a bowl with water and attempted to bake it. That...that didn't actually really come out like he hoped. Mostly, he put it in too long so the outside was completely burn yet the middle was still a really gross mush. No one was probably going to eat it. But it's the thought that counts...

It's a really gross fucking cake.

Obviously though, he should be in charge of birthdays all the time. "Fuck, I'm amazing at this." No, Dave. This is pretty shitty and you know it. You tried though. You tried.

[[OOC: Feel free to threadjack and mingle!]]

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[Squints right back.]

Sure am. Sup?

Huh. Kinda weird to finally meet you.

[He's still floating. He doesn't like standing because everybody's taller than him.] --er. I'm John Egbert. [He does offer Bro a hand, though.]

Mm. Well, I can't say this is technically my first time ever meeting you. But at least you're, like... I dunno, the normal Egbert. So I guess in a way this is. So, yeah. This sure is a first meeting, isn't it?

[And he reaches out and gives him a firm shake.]

It's pretty obvious you're compensating for something, though.

[Which is to say, stop floating you nerd.]

Hahaha, the normal Egbert. Egbert number Normal.

[He's a little nervous, really. Dave's Bro is kind of creepy and kind of a loser with those stupid shades of his, but he's still Dave's Bro. So he gives as firm of a shake as he can manage back, and then tilts his head quizzically to the note of compensation. He's doing what, now...?]

--Oh! You mean the floating. Not really, I just. I'm used to it. Kind of becomes an integral part of your daily life when you get so used to traveling this way. Plus it beats walking like you wouldn't believe.

[Wow, excuse you. He's not a loser. He's so far from loserdom that he is at losers backside doing naughty things to its behind. Which is to say he's motherfucking cool, so you can just quit thinking those thoughts. Focus on being nervous. Nervous at how cool and awesome he is.]

You'd still be shorter than me, so yeah, you're definitely compensating for something. Not to mention you sound like you're turning lazy as hell.

[There's no bite to his words, he's just teasing, and he reaches up to place a hand on John's head so that he can attempt to push him downwards.]

[So he's butthumping Loserdom. Uh-huh. So he's gay and a loser. You're helping your case so much in John's mind right now, Bro.]

[John's eye twitches a little.]

Well duh, of course I'm shorter than you. I'm fourteen, and you're what. Fifty? [He's teasing back, but he's also kind of an asshole. He shrugs about the lazy bit, though.] But probably. I'm not getting fat, at least, so I'm not going Wall:E.

[He's butthumping loserdom with his massive cock of awesome, which is in fact turning loserdom cool by association. So no, there is no point proven. Get over yourself, John.

But oh hell no you did not just call him old. Hell. fucking. no.]

Fourteen? Jesus kid, you look like you're ten. And I dunno, definitely kinda see a little chub going on in those cheeks. Might wanna consider working out a little.

[Wow do you think with nothing but your cock, dude. Seriously.]

[John puffs his cheeks up a bit in irritation. He is not chub.]

'Scuze you, I'm just round-faced. I'll grow into it.

[No.

Yes.

Maybe, shut up. You're too young to be thinking about his cock anyway, even in stupid narration.]

If you're not fat, then I ain't old. I age like fine wine. And George Clooney.

[John rolls his eyes.]

It was a joke, jeez. I don't even know how old you are but you can't be fifty, you're Dave's brother, not his dad. [Frowns.] ...or at least I think you are? Wow, suddenly I don't understand anything.

[Wow, yeah, let's. not even get into that clusterfuck of shit, okay John?]

You know what I don't understand? I don't understand why you haven't had a piece of that tastyfine cake Dave made. I mean just look at it, could there be a more mouthwatering piece of desert? I think not.

Edited 2012-12-09 06:50 (UTC)

[John turns faintly green, looking sidelong at the cake.]

You have fun with that, dude. I'll pass. I'm, uh. Dieting. Since I'm getting chubby.

Eat the cake, Egbert.

[He's just going to give you the most intimidating of looks he possibly can.]

[Shrinking a bit under that look.]

You obviously aren't aware of the intense hatred I have for nearly every form of baked good. I don't know if you've ever met my Dad.

[Good, shrink harder, because he's trying to make it even more intense.]

I think Dave's cake is worth it, bro. I bet that cake's better than anything your dad could ever make.

Hey, shut up, even if I didn't like it Dad rocked at cakes, okay.

[Maybe a little bit too defensive, there. Touchy subject. Sorry. He grumps, hunching his shoulders.] Whatever, dude, I don't have to do a damn thing you tell me to.

[And he does realize that it's a touchy subject, and he looks and radiates 90% less intimidation than before.]

Alright, alright, sorry.

[He's quiet for a moment, before letting out a sigh.]

Please eat the cake? [And he actually sounds like he's sincerely pleading. Because he is. IN HIS MIND eating the cake will make Dave happy. Dave doesn't have enough happiness here. He needs someone to eat the cake.]

[Wow, what the fuck is this. Bro Strider breaking out the p-word that doesn't end in -enis? John looks a little startled.]

...Tell you what, I'll eat a piece if you do.

[Yes, he used the P word. You should be proud of yourself for getting this out of him, you annoying little fucker. It amuses him though, the startled look. But he doesn't say anything.]

How about we compromise further and split a piece? That sound like a deal?

[Because to be honest he really doesn't want to eat an entire piece for himself.]

[John frowns a little, then holds out a hand.]

Shake on it.

I'm nothing if not a man of my word.

[He spits into his palm and then holds out the hand.]

[That is so gross, dude. But John takes the hand and shakes it firmly, because he refuses to look squeamish.]

[Good John. If you'd have looked squeamish, he would've gave you shit for it. Once their handshake is done, he moves over and cuts a slice of cake big enough for them to share, grabbing two forks and offering one to John.]

You first.

Once you party with us

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