David "Dave" Karofsky (
reformingfury) wrote2012-08-03 05:44 pm
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For Maxxie
It's strange to be on the receiving end of flirtation after what he's done to Maxxie, but right now, Dave will take it. Even if he really does think he needs to pay the dancer back from the crap he pulled when he lost his memories. It might not have been his fault that the island made him forget the past three years, but it is his fault that, at any point in his life, Dave decided to stop being a decent person for the sake of popularity and normalcy.
He's just glad that Maxxie doesn't actually think that he deserves punishment beyond what he chooses to put on himself. Maybe. Dave isn't exactly a master at figuring out someone's intentions every time.
"So, what do you think retribution tastes like? Breakfast foods, pasta or stir fry?" he asks the other boy as he goes through what is available in the pantry. His cooking knowledge is still pretty limited, but at least he's improving with lessons. Before it was a pick between making a sandwich, frying eggs and praying they don't burn or microwave dinners.
He's just glad that Maxxie doesn't actually think that he deserves punishment beyond what he chooses to put on himself. Maybe. Dave isn't exactly a master at figuring out someone's intentions every time.
"So, what do you think retribution tastes like? Breakfast foods, pasta or stir fry?" he asks the other boy as he goes through what is available in the pantry. His cooking knowledge is still pretty limited, but at least he's improving with lessons. Before it was a pick between making a sandwich, frying eggs and praying they don't burn or microwave dinners.
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"Mmm, breakfast," he decides, leaning back on his hands. "You should totally make pancakes. Does that sound good?"
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"Want any sides? Eggs? Hash browns?"
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"You go to town. Remember I'm not helping though."
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He furrows his brow as he deals with the dry ingredients, remembering the subject of his punishment. "So seriously; if there's anything beyond this I can do, man, fucking name it."
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"What's appropriate? You didn't seem to like spanking so I'm kind of at a loss. What do you do good?"
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"Seriously, it's punishment. I ain't gotta like it, so if you're gonna be that fixated on smacking my ass, I can suffer through it." He bites his lip and sincerely hopes that Maxxie wouldn't. It's a big jump to go to for him, not to mention a little weird at this point in their friendship, he thinks.
"But like... I dunno. If you need heavy lifting or something. Or someone to do your homework. Name it."
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"I'm just kidding you, dude," he says sincerely. "I don't want to spank you or put you to work. I haven't got any homework or heavy lifting."
He turns his head to stare at the kitchen, rolling his shoulders in a shrug. "It sucked, but you're sorry. I don't really believe in punishment anyway."
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"Still. I wanna do something nice to make up for it. I mean, more than pancakes, since I'm eating them too."
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"I'm easy." He can't help but grin at that, but quickly moves on. "I'd be happy with anything. If you mean it, that's good enough for me."
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"I do mean it. But I guess I feel like I need to do more. And I still have no clue what I can do. So, I'll meet you half way?"
He sets the bowl aside.
"One little request. You name it, whenever you want it, ok?"
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"You might not like what I come up with," he warns. "You sure about this?"
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"Totally."
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He leans forward a little and offers out his hand. "Deal."
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"Deal."
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"Now get back to making my pancakes," he commands in the snootiest voice he can manage. It carries no weight when paired with his smile.
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"Yes sir, right away, sir!"
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"Dave, can I ask you a question? Sort of personal, or something."
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"Either way, go for it."
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"I'm guessing you singled him out 'cause.. 'cause some of us can't hide how we are."
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"That was part of it, yeah. It kinda killed me, knowing that I'd get a whole world of shit from the team if I came out, but Kurt could be... well, Kurt. I mean, I know I wasn't the only one giving him shit, but he still was proud about it. I wasn't, not by a long shot."
He looks down, fighting a blush that's about equal parts bashfulness and shame at this point.
"But that's probably a contributor to why I've been attracted to him for a while. Aside from the obvious reasons."
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"I never asked Deck why," he says. "It's so weird to me. I get seeing someone, thinking they're fit and wanting to shag them, without talking to them or anything. But if you really liked him, if you, like, admired him... wouldn't you find someone else to hassle? Wouldn't it just hurt more to hurt him than to hurt anybody else?"
Assuming it even hurt Dave to come at people he didn't know. Maxxie imagines it must.
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"Proof of how fucked up I am. I really liked him, but at the same time, I hated him, you know? Plus, back then, the attraction was much more... physically driven than anything."
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"You just need to work on how you pick up guys," he says, coming up with an easy smirk.
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He turns back to the stove and, finding the pan at the right temperature, starts to make the first pancake.
"Noted and trying. I actually asked this one guy back home for tips." He scrunches his nose at the memory. "He told me to stop waxing my eyebrow and to stay in the closet."
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"Right," he says. "So... he's a wanker and you should ignore anything he said."
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