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slams hands on table best friends
[ dave strider ends up choosing cinematography to study because, fuck, why not? it's almost graduation when he finally decides, and it's sort of at random. it's not that he doesn't like video-taping shit (he does) or that he isn't into special effects and sound stuff (he is) but there's a lot of shit dave is into and he wasn't sure how to translate that to college. he loves music; he loves dance; he's really into the film shit and his shitty comics, but he definitely can't do art because the shitty comic quality isn't shitty on accident. but he consults with his siblings and he thinks about it hard and he makes a decision.
and god, it was easier to be excited about that decision before memories and past lives and powers came into play, but it's still kind of cool. dirk hated college but dave likes the idea of it. he likes the routine normality that it seems to suggest, the way he feels kind of grown up and like a half-competent adult when he packs up his shit and heads off to university. it's still in the city so it's not like he's really gone, but it's enough of a distance to allow him to pretend.
these days, somewhat to his surprise, dave wants to pretend. rose doesn't remember a thing about anything going on and his parents probably never will, and it's strange and too much like playing pretend every day to live there. he can't tell them about anything. he can't even tell roxy, because he doesn't want to mention most of the things he knows to anyone. even the tiny things are seeming more and more dangerous, because then it's just a chain of memories, all the way down the line, and eventually they'll all remember the shit he doesn't say, but -
but. well. he can, for now, pretend to be an ordinary kid at college. he has a schedule? he has a mini fridge. he has a room, and he's carefully pinned up a few posters and sorted all his things. he's mindlessly listening to music with his earbuds in when the door opens, and he tracks the movement even behind his shades and sits up. ]
Yo - [ he's absolutely never met the guy who just waltzed into his (their) room but dave absolutely knows him. he reflexively reaches up to adjust his shades. okay. shit. that's john egbert - or...someone? maybe his name is different? but it's john, egderp, the dork who really likes mc...whatever and hates cake and who gave dave these shades, once upon a time, and he's here and really a real live person and ok dave maybe stop staring you're being weird.
shit he's in kindergarten again? how the fuck did you make someone your best friend back then. did you just go up and say "mine" and call dibs? does someone else have dibs???? can dave fight them for dibs -
STILL STARING, DAVE ]
Uh, [ internal screaming ] I'm Dave. Sup.
[ an attempt was made. i guess. ]
and god, it was easier to be excited about that decision before memories and past lives and powers came into play, but it's still kind of cool. dirk hated college but dave likes the idea of it. he likes the routine normality that it seems to suggest, the way he feels kind of grown up and like a half-competent adult when he packs up his shit and heads off to university. it's still in the city so it's not like he's really gone, but it's enough of a distance to allow him to pretend.
these days, somewhat to his surprise, dave wants to pretend. rose doesn't remember a thing about anything going on and his parents probably never will, and it's strange and too much like playing pretend every day to live there. he can't tell them about anything. he can't even tell roxy, because he doesn't want to mention most of the things he knows to anyone. even the tiny things are seeming more and more dangerous, because then it's just a chain of memories, all the way down the line, and eventually they'll all remember the shit he doesn't say, but -
but. well. he can, for now, pretend to be an ordinary kid at college. he has a schedule? he has a mini fridge. he has a room, and he's carefully pinned up a few posters and sorted all his things. he's mindlessly listening to music with his earbuds in when the door opens, and he tracks the movement even behind his shades and sits up. ]
Yo - [ he's absolutely never met the guy who just waltzed into his (their) room but dave absolutely knows him. he reflexively reaches up to adjust his shades. okay. shit. that's john egbert - or...someone? maybe his name is different? but it's john, egderp, the dork who really likes mc...whatever and hates cake and who gave dave these shades, once upon a time, and he's here and really a real live person and ok dave maybe stop staring you're being weird.
shit he's in kindergarten again? how the fuck did you make someone your best friend back then. did you just go up and say "mine" and call dibs? does someone else have dibs???? can dave fight them for dibs -
STILL STARING, DAVE ]
Uh, [ internal screaming ] I'm Dave. Sup.
[ an attempt was made. i guess. ]
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someday he's gonna fucking buy dirk dinner god ] Also what the hell are you callin' "superior snacks" that ranks above doritos??? Apple wedges?
[ he literally suggested he was anti healthy snacks 2 seconds ago And Yet ]
Because if you're rankin' anything less over doritos I think we're gonna have to throw down.
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Wait, what? [Whether the "wait what" is about having cash or about apple wedges he doesn't immediately say, but the hilarious part is that he still can't tell if Dave's serious or not.] You know that apples and doritos are two totally different snack classes don't you? You can compare chips to chips and apples to apples but comparing chips to apples is a huge margin of error.
[What.]
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[ what. ]
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I can go half and half. Do you want super greasy unhealthy pizza or pizza with lots of toppings or what, here. So I know which place to angle us towards? Or order from. Do we want delivery?
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[Truthfully, he's just content to hang out with Dave more so the walk sounds like a good idea.]
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[ ...
because that has been known to be a thing that can happen. ]
In thaaaaat case...let's go to the pizza place two or three blocks away? They let you build your own pizza, with toppings.
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[Nobody cooks in college, it's fine.]
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My parents live in town and Ma'll probably invite us over for dinner a lot, too. I mean, since you're my roommate? She likes to feed people.
[ his poor npc au mother. ]
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[ ............THEY SHOP TOGETHER SOMETIMES? SHUT UP? ]
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[The point.
John.]
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