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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[Dave easily catches her. He didn't toss her too high up. He's strong, but he's also fourteen. He can only do so much from his position. If he had more momentum, he could probably toss her higher. That, or if he maybe packed a little more weight since he might as well be an actual stick.] Told you I can.

[It was probably better this way for a first try. Her eyes squeezed shut automatically as she started to fall, and after a moment she opens one and then the other to peek at him, finding her hands wound up on his shoulders for some degree or steadiness. (Her legs feel a little funny.)]

You were right...!

[She breathes out a sigh - totally not relieved, totally! She had faith in him.]

I'm really glad.

You were totally scared I wasn't going to catch you. Shit, I'm offended.

[He grins though, obviously not offended at all. He let's out a chuckle.] It isn't quite flying, but it's really the closest thing to it that doesn't include you going all koala on me. [NOT THAT HE MINDS THAT EITHER.

He totally doesn't mind. Quite the opposite actually.]

Not scared, exactly...! I believed in you.

[... She just also couldn't help picturing what would happen if he didn't catch her. Whoops?]

I guess maybe that is more convenient for you. [She smiles, though it's slightly and appropriately ashamed. GOOD GOING DAVE NOW SHE'S GOING TO THINK DOING THAT WOULD BE AN IMPOSITION--] It must be annoying to try to fly while you're carrying someone.

Pft.

Neither is more convenient. I like doing both. [The feeling to have someone to rely on him, even something simple like this.] Not really. It's different to fly on your own, but I don't think it's inconvenient to have a party of two.

[Yeah, she can't help giggling just a little at that sound.]

[She blinks, head tilting slightly. Did he really like doing that...? And here she'd been afraid it was an imposition.] Really...? Then-- I'm glad it's not too much trouble. ... You'd better be careful what you say, though, or the next thing you know I'll be asking to do that all the time. [She's joking, though, and it's obvious.]

We could do it whenever you want. Just, you know, not on a floor that disables powers. Obviously I can't fly on those floors. But it would be fun. [Well, he's gotten bored of it, but having someone else with him doing it for a change? He likes that.] So ask away. The worst I can say is no because something came up, but not a lot happens around these parts. [Except when shit hits the fan.]

[Can't argue with that stipulation!] Obviously. [It's an echo of his phrasing rather than any sort of derision.] I... think it really would be. [And she seems to be seriously considering this.] It would be nice to do that again, and to see you more. [In a friendly sort of way, of course.] Well-- if you really want to, too, then I guess I can't say no. [The smile indicates she wouldn't have turned him down anyway.]

Not everyone has the luxury of being able to fly. I only aim to spread the joy. [Except not really. She just happens to be a very special case is all.] I don't think you would want too even if given the option. Don't jest. You totally dig the flying thing.

Hee...! That's very generous of you. [If she suspects as much, she makes no sign of it - though she does smile all the more brightly. -- Oh. Those last comments earn him a laugh and a playful,] Okay, okay. I totally dig the flying thing.

[He's pretty sure his heart just skipped a beat. Hearing her laugh was just really nice to hear.] Well shit, who doesn't like the flying thing?

Mm.... [Leave it to her to actually seriously consider this--] People who are afraid of heights. But-- as long as I've got you with me to make sure I don't fall, I think I'll be alright.

Promise I'll never let you fall.

[She lowers her eyes almost shyly, smiling wide. (If her cheeks are slightly, almost imperceptibly pink, that's just because he said something really sweet.)]

I believe you. Thank you, Dave.

Once you party with us

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