towerofanimus | As we sift through the hour glass

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As we sift through the hour glass

Characters: Dave Strider and Open to anyone
Setting: Around the Tower
Format: Either
Summary: It's been forty years from Dave's point of view.
Warnings: Possible mentions of death. Mention of injuries. Dave not being able to talk. Time problems. Replies being made with

rememberstime.

[Dorm Levels]
A ~~young~~ man stands in his dorm room.

Hahaha. Except he's been doing this for forty years, so it's not all that surprising. Dave was more mystified over the fact that his Ninetales looks much too young. Hell, he's pretty sure she's in the exact condition she was when he first got her when he turned fourteen. She seems rather confused too, almost not recognizing him for who he is. It's only a brief moment before she's approached Dave and is licking at his hands and headbutting him affectionately.

Dave kneel down to inspect her thoroughly. He felt the strange pause in time. Of course he did. It's impossible not to have felt it at his level. Dave has basically mastered what he can of his aspect. Like a real knight of time.

This? This makes absolutely no sense, not that time ever really did. He inspects her for a minute longer before trying to check the time on the terminals.

Welp. That was a useless endeavor.

Dave beckons her to follow him, intent on leaving the Dorm and out to the other floors. Perhaps you're in the room or perhaps you were looking for Dave right as he's about to head out.

[Floor 38: Lounge]
Dave was sprawled out on one of the beanbags letting Missy run about the room. He usually chooses this floor over floor four, being farther away and making it a little more quiet.

He's got a pad of paper at hand and he's lazily sketching things out. Mainly, Missy, although it's hard when she was all over the place. Not having a camera lead to being out of a hobby. He's picked up drawing again to make up for the inability to take photos. It was a good way to pass time and it was something he could do quietly.

[Floor 3: Library]
He's used the library a lot more since he's gotten older, burying himself in as many books as he can and reading them. Right now? He's seeing if maybe there's anyway to gather information on the current predicament. He highly doubts it, but it's also nice to touch up on things like this anyways.

Maybe he'll just read a really shitty, raunchy, romance novel while he's here.

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[You're probably better off being young, John. Shit has happened in those forty years for him. Shit has happened.

Missy bounds back over to the two of them, looking fairly excited to see John around. John, who is the age he should be!

While Missy tries to garner both their attentions, Dave holds the pad of paper out to John to show the drawing is actually Missy and not a penis. But then he flips back a few pages and yep. Those are penises. Definitely peens. Some are obviously crudely drawn. Some...probably shouldn't have had the amount of time put into them like he had. But hey, he can draw whatever the fuck he wants.

He doesn't utter a word the entire time.]

Pffttthaha!! You never change, do you? [He laughs a little more, scratching Missy behind the ears.]

Okay well, I guess technically your artistic skills changed. That first one of Missy was really good. And not a single pork chop mouth on her, color me impressed.

[Missy is totally trying to lick John's hand. Attention! Yes good.

In the mean time, Dave turns to a blank page and instead of drawing something, he starts writing.]

i had a lot of time
shit youre young

[She will get about half of John's attention. Her master will get the other half, especially since he just...wrote instead of talking to him? Weird.]

Yeah and you're an old fart, glad we're both on the same page about that. Is there a reason you couldn't tell me that though? YOu know, with your words? The kind that come from your mouth?

[Dave rubs his temples lightly. Right. He keeps forgetting that he actually has to tell people this because they're not used to it.]

because i cant
im mute

[Yeah, Dave. Be a bit more considerate to those of us who didn't get timeskipped. Jeez.]

What? Seriously? Since when? How? What happened?

[It's hard when you're an old fart and everyone else are these youngins. Gosh.]

like 20-30 years ago for me
they removed my voicebox or something?
idk the details are exactly
i mean i was conscious when it happened but i cant really stare at my throat while people are mutilating it

[Look how casual it is for him to talk about it. It's like the conversation starter for him or something. Hahah. Conversation starter. Damn that's ironic and tickles his funny bone.]

[Oh yes. Amazing conversation starter. Look at that horrified look on John's face.]

Christ!

[He raises a hand to pap John's face. Sorry, he might be a bit touchy feely. It's kind of a thing.

Shh. It's okay John. He's totally okay with what happened. Look how okay he is. You don't have to be horrified for him.]

[But that's not the sort of thing you want to hear about happening to someone. Especially not your best friend. Even if he is incredibly chill about it.]

[The face papping though...odd though it may be fore Dave, it doesn't really bother John. He's always been kinda touchy feely himself.]

That's...okay, can we talk about something else? Surely something good happened over the course of...however many years it's been for you. Dude, just how old are you now, anyway?

[He is totally fine with changing the subject, John. He is so okay with this, I don't think you understand.]

54
im old as fucking dirt john
im being denied the chance of a midlife crisis
i guess the existential crisis shit makes up for it but thats a sad subject and im not gonna talk about something i dont care about anymore
you and rose are basically attached by the hip
sorry btw
i think i might have unintentionally been a cockblock more than once

[He says sorry, but he also kind of breaks into a silent laugh. He really doesn't mean to. Honest.]

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[John laughs as well, though not at all silently. It's the usual goober laugh that everyone's so used to and undoubtedly loves.]

You are the dirt that the old dirt rests on, man. But yeah, Rose mentioned something similar. She's 20 years in the future now or something. Whatever's going on. THough she didn't mention the cockblocking. I am going to assume that I got my revenge on you for that in the only way I know how.

[Dave's smile brightens. He's so less reserved than his younger counterpart. It was nice to hear John laugh though. Especially with what's happened from his point of view, this was a god send right now.]

rude as fuck
im offended
holy shit am i the oldest one here
fuck me sideways

[Dave sticks his tongue out in response. He quickly scribbles a bucket balanced on the top of a door. Yeah, you ass. You still use that prank even though it's old as fuck.]

[Counter tongue stick out!!!]

What, did you think I would respect you any more than I usually do just because you're the oldest fart out of us now? [He giggles a little at the drawing.]

Yeah, that's the way!

i hoped
no not really
once an ass always an ass

[He shoves John a bit. It wasn't very rough though and it was obvious that he was just doing it in a friendly manner.]

[And of course, that earns Dave a counter chumshove in return.]

And you know that better than anybody, right? Mmm...so what are you at liberty to tell me about the future? Aside from the fact that you're a cockblock.

[Shoving you back again. The most mature person. It is him.]

most of it is kind of terrible
also it probably wont matter since it isnt really your future

[That should be relieving and kind of depressing based on the connotations.]

[Well that makes them both super mature adults then. Because John is not going to allow for that shove to stand.]

...what do you mean? I mean...I get that you're you and I'm me, but there has to be some serious overlap in our futures, doesn't there? I mean we're best friends, right?

[He shoves again, only to stop to write. It seems like he's really considering what he's writing though.]

yea were bfs for life but thats not what im getting at
i never talked to you at this time or at our respective ages during my 40 years here

Oh so...what? You're saying that this wasn't supposed to happen?

[That has...slightly troubling implications...]

didnt say it wasnt supposed to happen
it didnt happen to me is all

[Isn't this great, John? All the terrible things that happened from his point of view won't probably happen to you!]

Oh. So...er. [He scratches his head.] Okay, I feel like I understand what you're tying to get at here but I am not sure how to put it.

[You know how he is with time, Dave. Not his thing.]

dont worry about it
seriously
youre just putting way too much thought into this
its cool

[He reaches up to ruffle your hair. Now it's even messier than it was before.]

[He can't help but laugh before attempting to fix his hair post-rufflings.]

Hey come on dude, you're messing my hair up you old fart. But alright. Consider no more thought put into it. Because it'll probably just give me a headache. [This is why he's not the time guy.]

[There's no way you can fix that hair of yours. You're fighting a losing battle, John.]

time is definitely not your thing
not that thinking usually was

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