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Now I've got a party— ho ho ho!
Dave sent out the text messages last night and broke out a couple of those big ass holiday barrels of assorted popcorn, just for the festivities. He loves the holidays, but more often than not felt that the movies left you a little wanting.
Which is why he's so glad there are awesome movies that take place during Christmas that aren't It's a Wonderful Life.
That doesn't change the fact that he's getting his full on fucking cheer right now. The tree was already wrapped in lights and tinsel, but in need of further decorating. Dave planned on having everyone have the privilege of adding a few ornaments while John Mcclane shot up terrorists on his TV. He had mugs out with powdered cocoa and marshmallows, waiting for his kettle to boil. And, of course, a few pizza pies on the way.
And if there was mistletoe in the kitchen doorway... well, a little kissing never hurt, unless you're Batman and Catwoman.
(Timed to late afternoon, Dec. 1)
Which is why he's so glad there are awesome movies that take place during Christmas that aren't It's a Wonderful Life.
That doesn't change the fact that he's getting his full on fucking cheer right now. The tree was already wrapped in lights and tinsel, but in need of further decorating. Dave planned on having everyone have the privilege of adding a few ornaments while John Mcclane shot up terrorists on his TV. He had mugs out with powdered cocoa and marshmallows, waiting for his kettle to boil. And, of course, a few pizza pies on the way.
And if there was mistletoe in the kitchen doorway... well, a little kissing never hurt, unless you're Batman and Catwoman.
(Timed to late afternoon, Dec. 1)
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Dated to June 5th, evening
Now that he's heard input from Neil and got some answers from Allison, Dave's confident in running through the city wolfed out, just to get some of the stress and the aggression off. He wasn't going to hurt anyone. Not if he could help it. He just needed to not stress, to not bottle it in, and to find his center.
Fuck him, if he could figure that shit out.
The night runs were at least way cooler than his usual morning runs with Major. He couldn't get all hairy and gold-eyed in the morning, and he definitely couldn't make the route more complex by climbing fire escapes and running on rooftops when he can if he had a dog on a leash to deal with.
Dave doesn't even realize that he's close to Kurt's apartment building until he smells moisturizer, warm cotton, and... burning? Was something at Kurt's burning?
He pulls out his phone and sends the other boy a text.
Went for a late run, saw I'm near your place. Things on my mind. Can I come up?
It was a lame way to check up on him, especially since he doesn't see any smoke... Fire came with smoke, right? But he's still concerned, and nothing he messaged was a lie. Dave jumps down from the low roof he was on and makes his way to the entrance of his building, waiting for a response.
Fuck him, if he could figure that shit out.
The night runs were at least way cooler than his usual morning runs with Major. He couldn't get all hairy and gold-eyed in the morning, and he definitely couldn't make the route more complex by climbing fire escapes and running on rooftops when he can if he had a dog on a leash to deal with.
Dave doesn't even realize that he's close to Kurt's apartment building until he smells moisturizer, warm cotton, and... burning? Was something at Kurt's burning?
He pulls out his phone and sends the other boy a text.
Went for a late run, saw I'm near your place. Things on my mind. Can I come up?
It was a lame way to check up on him, especially since he doesn't see any smoke... Fire came with smoke, right? But he's still concerned, and nothing he messaged was a lie. Dave jumps down from the low roof he was on and makes his way to the entrance of his building, waiting for a response.
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The days were passing uneventfully, but still showing signs that the year for Dave would indeed be a good one, at least compared to the last two. There were the usual island mishaps: everything annoyingly rhymed on Valentine's Day, but that could have gone far worse. And, there was the tribble problem to deal with. Dave still suffered the occasional nightmare thanks to the events of Halloween, but Maxxie's curtain was wonderfully still open for when those dreams came (and when they didn't).
The good overshadowed the bad, though. He has an awesome dog, awesome friends (two who are getting married at some point in the future), awesome classes and an awesome, gorgeous, amazing boyfriend. Dave reveled in it, hoping the good would keep coming as long as the island would allow it to. He didn't want to take any of it for granted.
It made him careless.
He learned, not too long into their relationship, that Maxxie doesn't do mornings like he and Major apparently do. It's part of why moving in together wasn't something Dave wanted to jump into. Still, the dancer's room was on the way up to and from their morning run, and it wasn't uncommon for Major to run into Maxxie's room to snuggle down with the other boy as Dave took his shower and went to his Monday morning classes. It wasn't even uncommon for Max to steal the mutt for a day and actually to teach him how to dance. He just checks on both of them around lunch time.
As Dave approaches Maxxie's floor, he can hear music playing from his room.
–A slow landslide and the world we leave behind; It's enough to loose your head, disappear and not return again...–
It's not something for a dog to dance to, but it's pleasant and powerful and it makes him smile. He loves coming in without the other boy noticing right away, and music tends to help with that. Dave loves to just lean into the doorway and watch as his boyfriend is lost in a drawing or checking himself out in the mirror. Speaking honestly, though, he loves watching his boyfriend doing just about anything.
–Now I know you're amazing; 'Cause all I need is the love you breathe; Put your lips on me and I can live underwater, underwater, underwater!–
A sharp little howl interrupts the melody, just before he gets to the doorway and his smile drops. Major is usually pretty well behaved with Maxxie. Pushing the curtain aside, Dave can see he wasn't exactly a good boy in his absence. Clothes have been strewn around, one of the pillows dragged down by the dog, obviously chewed on in one corner, along with Max's blanket and apparently the iHome set up that thankfully hadn't broken.
"Hey!" He goes over and gives his puppy a punishing bump on the noise to quiet him. Major just whimpers more pathetically before howling again. "Come on, boy, what the hell is the matter? Why'd you do this while Maxxie's out, huh?"
Come to think of it, Dave knows that Max would not have left Major alone long enough for him to do this.
–With a space boy high from the world I leave behind; It's enough to to lose my head, disappear and not be seen again–
He looks around the room again. Sees Maxxie's usual shoes chucked into the corner. Touches the mattress and knows that the bed's been empty for a while. Something cold washes over his chest as he realizes that Maxxie hadn't intended on leaving Major alone.
That he hadn't intended to leave at all.
–'Cause I need is the love you breathe–
"Fuck."
Dave touches his face and realizes that he's actually crying. He's been crying, probably before he fully realized that Maxxie wasn't on the island any more. His throat feels tight and dry as he tries to swallow, to breathe, and he collapses onto the bed. Something pokes at his thigh in the tangled sheets, and he finds the necklace he made for Maxxie's birthday: the night they first got together.
"Fuck."
The swear comes out as a raw sob this time and he curls himself up against the wall near, trying to will the tears to stop, praying for the pain to stop and for this place to give him back the first boy that's ever loved him.
The only response he gets is Major's whimper as he joins Dave on the bed, drowned out by the song still playing out on the floor.
–Put your lips on me and I can live underwater...
The good overshadowed the bad, though. He has an awesome dog, awesome friends (two who are getting married at some point in the future), awesome classes and an awesome, gorgeous, amazing boyfriend. Dave reveled in it, hoping the good would keep coming as long as the island would allow it to. He didn't want to take any of it for granted.
It made him careless.
He learned, not too long into their relationship, that Maxxie doesn't do mornings like he and Major apparently do. It's part of why moving in together wasn't something Dave wanted to jump into. Still, the dancer's room was on the way up to and from their morning run, and it wasn't uncommon for Major to run into Maxxie's room to snuggle down with the other boy as Dave took his shower and went to his Monday morning classes. It wasn't even uncommon for Max to steal the mutt for a day and actually to teach him how to dance. He just checks on both of them around lunch time.
As Dave approaches Maxxie's floor, he can hear music playing from his room.
–A slow landslide and the world we leave behind; It's enough to loose your head, disappear and not return again...–
It's not something for a dog to dance to, but it's pleasant and powerful and it makes him smile. He loves coming in without the other boy noticing right away, and music tends to help with that. Dave loves to just lean into the doorway and watch as his boyfriend is lost in a drawing or checking himself out in the mirror. Speaking honestly, though, he loves watching his boyfriend doing just about anything.
–Now I know you're amazing; 'Cause all I need is the love you breathe; Put your lips on me and I can live underwater, underwater, underwater!–
A sharp little howl interrupts the melody, just before he gets to the doorway and his smile drops. Major is usually pretty well behaved with Maxxie. Pushing the curtain aside, Dave can see he wasn't exactly a good boy in his absence. Clothes have been strewn around, one of the pillows dragged down by the dog, obviously chewed on in one corner, along with Max's blanket and apparently the iHome set up that thankfully hadn't broken.
"Hey!" He goes over and gives his puppy a punishing bump on the noise to quiet him. Major just whimpers more pathetically before howling again. "Come on, boy, what the hell is the matter? Why'd you do this while Maxxie's out, huh?"
Come to think of it, Dave knows that Max would not have left Major alone long enough for him to do this.
–With a space boy high from the world I leave behind; It's enough to to lose my head, disappear and not be seen again–
He looks around the room again. Sees Maxxie's usual shoes chucked into the corner. Touches the mattress and knows that the bed's been empty for a while. Something cold washes over his chest as he realizes that Maxxie hadn't intended on leaving Major alone.
That he hadn't intended to leave at all.
–'Cause I need is the love you breathe–
"Fuck."
Dave touches his face and realizes that he's actually crying. He's been crying, probably before he fully realized that Maxxie wasn't on the island any more. His throat feels tight and dry as he tries to swallow, to breathe, and he collapses onto the bed. Something pokes at his thigh in the tangled sheets, and he finds the necklace he made for Maxxie's birthday: the night they first got together.
"Fuck."
The swear comes out as a raw sob this time and he curls himself up against the wall near, trying to will the tears to stop, praying for the pain to stop and for this place to give him back the first boy that's ever loved him.
The only response he gets is Major's whimper as he joins Dave on the bed, drowned out by the song still playing out on the floor.
–Put your lips on me and I can live underwater...
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Christmas is for lovers
If Dave was nervous and fidgety before his first date with Maxxie, he's pretty sure he's ready to pass out right the fuck here. Which would be disastrous with all the candles around.
Big romantic gestures aren't something he's used to, but it's Christmas Eve and he really wants to make tonight special for him and Max. So he'd gone all out, or at least with what he thought would be in their comfort zones. Dave ran all over the city for the best candles, slow burning with little drip and no smoke. Nothing super girly smelling, just clean and relaxing scents for the few that were perfumed. He's just grateful that the shadow people about are still helpful when they interact with the actual island people. Or he'd already have fucked this up. Now he's got three dozen lights burning a soft glow around Maxxie's room and he steps back, glad that this part looks good.
He also got food set up on a little impromptu picnic spread on the floor. Maybe he should have taken Maxxie to a really nice restaurant or even taken advantage of the markets and cooked something a little more advanced from the end of his cooking classes, but the simpler foods still made from gourmet organics all over the city seemed more like something they could casually enjoy. It doesn't help that it brings him back to that first date.
Reaching into his bag once that whole spread is done, Dave flushes deeply as he pulls out the last purchase for the night he has planned. Gulping as he looks at the items he bought as a precaution in one of his wanderings to Chelsea, he decides to put them in a drawer by the bed. No need to be completely presumptuous. But also no need to be unprepared.
For a final touch, he plays a bit of music, something softer from Maxxie's iHome and turned low just for ambience. Dave looks at his hard work and sighs, mentally going over his plans.
Food, check. Mood setting, check. Neat clothes and clean breath? Yeah, check. Supplies? Glancing back at that nightstand, Dave checks that off too.
Nerves? Maxxie's presence? Not check yet, but Dave is breathing deep and trying as he watches the door for his boyfriend. He expects him to be back soon, at least. Dave can't wait too much longer for what he has to say, and he feels like he left that pass after Halloween. But not anymore.
Big romantic gestures aren't something he's used to, but it's Christmas Eve and he really wants to make tonight special for him and Max. So he'd gone all out, or at least with what he thought would be in their comfort zones. Dave ran all over the city for the best candles, slow burning with little drip and no smoke. Nothing super girly smelling, just clean and relaxing scents for the few that were perfumed. He's just grateful that the shadow people about are still helpful when they interact with the actual island people. Or he'd already have fucked this up. Now he's got three dozen lights burning a soft glow around Maxxie's room and he steps back, glad that this part looks good.
He also got food set up on a little impromptu picnic spread on the floor. Maybe he should have taken Maxxie to a really nice restaurant or even taken advantage of the markets and cooked something a little more advanced from the end of his cooking classes, but the simpler foods still made from gourmet organics all over the city seemed more like something they could casually enjoy. It doesn't help that it brings him back to that first date.
Reaching into his bag once that whole spread is done, Dave flushes deeply as he pulls out the last purchase for the night he has planned. Gulping as he looks at the items he bought as a precaution in one of his wanderings to Chelsea, he decides to put them in a drawer by the bed. No need to be completely presumptuous. But also no need to be unprepared.
For a final touch, he plays a bit of music, something softer from Maxxie's iHome and turned low just for ambience. Dave looks at his hard work and sighs, mentally going over his plans.
Food, check. Mood setting, check. Neat clothes and clean breath? Yeah, check. Supplies? Glancing back at that nightstand, Dave checks that off too.
Nerves? Maxxie's presence? Not check yet, but Dave is breathing deep and trying as he watches the door for his boyfriend. He expects him to be back soon, at least. Dave can't wait too much longer for what he has to say, and he feels like he left that pass after Halloween. But not anymore.
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Dave wakes up groggy and sore in the infirmary the day after Halloween. He barely remembers what followed after the shed. How he got here, if he was brought by a friend or if he walked in in a near-catatonic daze after he emptied his stomach, not even who bandaged up his burnt and scratched up skin. Looking around him, he hopes that he’ll at least know that Maxxie and the rest are fine. And that whoever he talks to can tell him that he wasn’t wrong in what he did. That it wasn’t real. That what Dave did was just in self defense and an accident. That he isn’t actually a killer.
Halloween Conclusion
It’s something of a miracle that Dave can even still think about anything beyond, “Oh shit, I think I might die tonight,” as Nick and Azimio and their party drag him off to where ever they are, but his thoughts are rather clear. He knows they’re liking taking him to his dad, and that it’s probably not nearly as far off as he hoped. If they were, then maybe someone else could help interfere so he could manage to get away, find Maxxie again, and hole them up, safe and sound with a lock until this whole thing passes.
Dave doesn’t think much about God these days and typically only does wen he’s panicking, like when he first started to think he might be gay, but for once he’s just thanking the big cosmic abstraction for giving him a pretty decent time before he goes. Sure, it might have been a shitty month, but at least today was proof that people seriously gave a shit about him. Friends. Near strangers, even. A lover. He’s glad to have a chance to just enjoy being himself without having to cover it up with his asshole mask before getting shucked off to the lands of fire and brimstone, so to speak. Praying and reflecting on these seemingly small blessings is a hell of a lot better than focusing on the snide, homophobic remarks of his former friends.
As predicted, it wasn’t a long trip up and out of the compound. Those passing by were either too much in a hurry or a daze themselves from the day’s horrors to notice a half beaten boy was being taken somewhere that wasn’t the clinic by people who definitely weren’t on the island before today. They just passed the graffiti and his effigy and went ‘round the corner of the building to the tool shed. Great. Original, even. Fuckers.
The doors open and he’s tossed in, groaning as he lands right on his more bruised side. Dave hears sliding against the door as it’s shut, likely with something barricading him in with the familiar shoes of his father before him. He looks up at Paul Karofsky moments before he’s roughly dragged to his feet and punched square in the jaw, sending him back to the ground.
“I was sincerely hoping that you’d come to your senses by now, or get all that sin out of your system, David.”
His father was sounding disturbingly calm, compared to the first time he showed up and in several of his nightmares. If it weren’t for the context of what’s happening, he’d almost think that this was the real man. But Paul wasn’t really a handy man, and through a swelling eye, Dave can see him go though the tools with precision.
“No, you had to run off with that... slut of a foreigner. I guess we’ll have to beat it out of you after all.”
Now the panic was really setting in as Dave struggled again to get up. Darting around with his good eye, he sees a rake of some sort in the corner by him. Reaching as his father starts walking up to him again, his fingers find the wood and metal and swings the rake at the man’s legs knocking him back in surprise.
“Go fuck yourself, old man,” Dave spits as he manages to get up.
Paul, hammer in hand, looks at him with a stunned expression, before it turns dark and he rushes back to him in anger, ready to hit him over the head. Dave smacks him back again with the rake, harder this time and not stopping.
“I’m perfectly fine this way!” he finds himself yelling. “I’m fine, there’s nothing wrong or weird with me, and if you don’t think that, you can fuck off and die!”
But Dave doesn’t see that, in beating his old man back, he’s manage to slam his head right into something sharp on the wall. A hand rake someone hung up facing the wrong way. It sticks to the man’s head with a sickening sound and he slumps forward.
He stares at his dad’s lifeless body and feels suddenly very cold. Spinning around and still running on adrenaline, Dave slams up against the shed door, forcing it open against whatever was used to hold him in. The jocks that dragged him in are no where to be see. Turning, Dave finds his father’s body also missing. But not the blood and the rake.
He looks numbly back out the door and retches.
Dave doesn’t think much about God these days and typically only does wen he’s panicking, like when he first started to think he might be gay, but for once he’s just thanking the big cosmic abstraction for giving him a pretty decent time before he goes. Sure, it might have been a shitty month, but at least today was proof that people seriously gave a shit about him. Friends. Near strangers, even. A lover. He’s glad to have a chance to just enjoy being himself without having to cover it up with his asshole mask before getting shucked off to the lands of fire and brimstone, so to speak. Praying and reflecting on these seemingly small blessings is a hell of a lot better than focusing on the snide, homophobic remarks of his former friends.
As predicted, it wasn’t a long trip up and out of the compound. Those passing by were either too much in a hurry or a daze themselves from the day’s horrors to notice a half beaten boy was being taken somewhere that wasn’t the clinic by people who definitely weren’t on the island before today. They just passed the graffiti and his effigy and went ‘round the corner of the building to the tool shed. Great. Original, even. Fuckers.
The doors open and he’s tossed in, groaning as he lands right on his more bruised side. Dave hears sliding against the door as it’s shut, likely with something barricading him in with the familiar shoes of his father before him. He looks up at Paul Karofsky moments before he’s roughly dragged to his feet and punched square in the jaw, sending him back to the ground.
“I was sincerely hoping that you’d come to your senses by now, or get all that sin out of your system, David.”
His father was sounding disturbingly calm, compared to the first time he showed up and in several of his nightmares. If it weren’t for the context of what’s happening, he’d almost think that this was the real man. But Paul wasn’t really a handy man, and through a swelling eye, Dave can see him go though the tools with precision.
“No, you had to run off with that... slut of a foreigner. I guess we’ll have to beat it out of you after all.”
Now the panic was really setting in as Dave struggled again to get up. Darting around with his good eye, he sees a rake of some sort in the corner by him. Reaching as his father starts walking up to him again, his fingers find the wood and metal and swings the rake at the man’s legs knocking him back in surprise.
“Go fuck yourself, old man,” Dave spits as he manages to get up.
Paul, hammer in hand, looks at him with a stunned expression, before it turns dark and he rushes back to him in anger, ready to hit him over the head. Dave smacks him back again with the rake, harder this time and not stopping.
“I’m perfectly fine this way!” he finds himself yelling. “I’m fine, there’s nothing wrong or weird with me, and if you don’t think that, you can fuck off and die!”
But Dave doesn’t see that, in beating his old man back, he’s manage to slam his head right into something sharp on the wall. A hand rake someone hung up facing the wrong way. It sticks to the man’s head with a sickening sound and he slumps forward.
He stares at his dad’s lifeless body and feels suddenly very cold. Spinning around and still running on adrenaline, Dave slams up against the shed door, forcing it open against whatever was used to hold him in. The jocks that dragged him in are no where to be see. Turning, Dave finds his father’s body also missing. But not the blood and the rake.
He looks numbly back out the door and retches.
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For Maxxie
The nights are getting harder for Dave. Most of his fears showed up in broad daylight before October came around, but the nightmares are picking up until he's lucky to manage two hours of undisturbed sleep before he's chased out of his dreams. He sleeps better with another person in his bed, but Dave is afraid that its going to be too much for Maxxie when they haven't event been dating for two months still.
This time, when the Thurston hockey team actually chased him into some woods where there were looped belts hanging from each sturdy branch available, he peaked into his boyfriend's room for the first time since he started sneaking in to try to finish a night's sleep, rather than just climbing in and seeking comfort. Unsurprisingly, Maxxie seems to be sleeping steadily. Dave sighs as he pushes the curtain back closed. Maybe he can find some herbal tea in the kitchens. Or something in the infirmary he can use to knock himself out with, otherwise.
Maxxie has been amazing these past weeks, with how he's been as patient as possible with Dave's sleep issues and the stress causing then. He deserves a night of undisturbed sleep for a change.
This time, when the Thurston hockey team actually chased him into some woods where there were looped belts hanging from each sturdy branch available, he peaked into his boyfriend's room for the first time since he started sneaking in to try to finish a night's sleep, rather than just climbing in and seeking comfort. Unsurprisingly, Maxxie seems to be sleeping steadily. Dave sighs as he pushes the curtain back closed. Maybe he can find some herbal tea in the kitchens. Or something in the infirmary he can use to knock himself out with, otherwise.
Maxxie has been amazing these past weeks, with how he's been as patient as possible with Dave's sleep issues and the stress causing then. He deserves a night of undisturbed sleep for a change.
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(Preparing for) the Big Date
He's fidgeting. Dave's date with Maxxie is still a little over two hours for now, but he's nervous and he's fidgeting and wondering where the hell Bay is. His best friend promised to cut class to help him prepare before he overworks himself, and Dave is already starting to crumble. So much for "no big deal."
And it shouldn't be a big deal. Part of what attracts him so much to Maxxie is how easily he can just relax with the other boy. And the date isn't anything flashy or elaborate. Just an evening swim on the beach with some food. He's not even cooking it, though Dave knows he could have. He just went to the bakery and picked out what they can eat that will keep well. Right now, he's in the kitchen and going through the food, trying to decide if it's too much, or not enough, and how the fuck are they even carrying this down to the beach? He hasn't even gotten to what he's going to wear with his swim trunks.
His head is going a million places right now, and the only thing keeping him any level of calm is the familiar sound of Michael Bublé coming from the jukebox. The elder Karofskys listen to him often, and while it's not something Dave would typically pick on his own, the fact that the jokebox is playing out a whole bunch of his songs is oddly comforting.
He doesn't even realize that he's singing along with some of the phrases as he's preparing.
And it shouldn't be a big deal. Part of what attracts him so much to Maxxie is how easily he can just relax with the other boy. And the date isn't anything flashy or elaborate. Just an evening swim on the beach with some food. He's not even cooking it, though Dave knows he could have. He just went to the bakery and picked out what they can eat that will keep well. Right now, he's in the kitchen and going through the food, trying to decide if it's too much, or not enough, and how the fuck are they even carrying this down to the beach? He hasn't even gotten to what he's going to wear with his swim trunks.
His head is going a million places right now, and the only thing keeping him any level of calm is the familiar sound of Michael Bublé coming from the jukebox. The elder Karofskys listen to him often, and while it's not something Dave would typically pick on his own, the fact that the jokebox is playing out a whole bunch of his songs is oddly comforting.
He doesn't even realize that he's singing along with some of the phrases as he's preparing.
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For Maxxie
The morning after Maxxie's birthday, Dave wakes up rather disoriented and more than a little hungover. And sore. So sore, he shuts his eyes again the moment they crack open.
But he can't help but feel great.
If memories recall right, he and Maxxie have made some super big steps in their relationship, whatever that is at this point. He can clearly recall giving the dancer his present and receiving a kiss for it. And then some. But after that, things get unclear. It was a lot more dancing and kissing, as well as all the weed and booze to be had. Maybe some more, but that could have just been a dream. One very, very nice dream.
He can faintly recall coming home to the Compound with him, but after that, it's far too fuzzy between how high and tired they were coming down from the mountain. Dave tries to stretch and open his eyes again, only to realize two things:
One is that he's nearly falling out of his bed.
Two is that the weight on his torso isn't his blankets, but Maxxie himself.
Grinning, Dave adjusts their position so he doesn't tumble off the mattress, pulling the smaller boy more securely on top of him and stroking his hair. Definitely not a dream then.
Awesome.
But he can't help but feel great.
If memories recall right, he and Maxxie have made some super big steps in their relationship, whatever that is at this point. He can clearly recall giving the dancer his present and receiving a kiss for it. And then some. But after that, things get unclear. It was a lot more dancing and kissing, as well as all the weed and booze to be had. Maybe some more, but that could have just been a dream. One very, very nice dream.
He can faintly recall coming home to the Compound with him, but after that, it's far too fuzzy between how high and tired they were coming down from the mountain. Dave tries to stretch and open his eyes again, only to realize two things:
One is that he's nearly falling out of his bed.
Two is that the weight on his torso isn't his blankets, but Maxxie himself.
Grinning, Dave adjusts their position so he doesn't tumble off the mattress, pulling the smaller boy more securely on top of him and stroking his hair. Definitely not a dream then.
Awesome.
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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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Sigh No More
Things were starting to really get busy for Dave, lately. Anderson's arrival, the play, the new school term. Trixa just opened the casino, and now he'll have a job as well. Sundays are his new nights to unwind, and he knows exactly how he wants to spend the first one; relatively peacefully with his share of the cider he and Rachel won for the swing dance competition. He's been hoarding it just for the right occasion, and while some people could argue that there are other nights that could have been just right for breaking it open (like getting out of the mines more or less in one piece), tonight just felt right, especially after more rehearsals. He's just gotten out of the shower and is looking forward to bumming somewhere in or around the compound without a bunch of excitement and new folks about him.
Of course, he thinks as he tosses his damp towel aside, it would be even better to share it with someone.
Kurt has been spotted around the compound more than usual, and given the timing and the tension he's seen in the other, Dave is pretty sure that it has something to do with the arrival of the Mayor of Munchkin Town. If it's enough to drive him from Cassa de Nude Erections, then shit is serious. He might not be the best guy for the job, but he figures Kurt would like someone to talk to and unwind. Plus, there are some things on Dave's mind as well as a result of talking to Blaine Anderson and it'd be good to get things off his chest. He's just hoping that the offer of cider would be tempting enough to get Kurt to join him for a chat.
[OOC: For Kurt, timed to Sunday night.]
Of course, he thinks as he tosses his damp towel aside, it would be even better to share it with someone.
Kurt has been spotted around the compound more than usual, and given the timing and the tension he's seen in the other, Dave is pretty sure that it has something to do with the arrival of the Mayor of Munchkin Town. If it's enough to drive him from Cassa de Nude Erections, then shit is serious. He might not be the best guy for the job, but he figures Kurt would like someone to talk to and unwind. Plus, there are some things on Dave's mind as well as a result of talking to Blaine Anderson and it'd be good to get things off his chest. He's just hoping that the offer of cider would be tempting enough to get Kurt to join him for a chat.
[OOC: For Kurt, timed to Sunday night.]
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The Morning After
Neil had already long left the compound, though it was still quite early in the morning for either of them, considering last night's activities. Dave was somewhat glad for it, though. He told himself last night that he'd deal with any regrets in the morning and to just relax while he could with Neil.
Regret still hadn't come to heart, and he's glad for it. The feeling that did settle in him, though, was... stunned? Obscured? "Confused" didn't quite cut it as he made his way somewhat zombie-like back to a couch in the rec room. It felt best to forego his usual run in favor of trying to process... everything.
"What was tha–?"
He gets cut off by the jukebox, playing something all too appropriate and embarrassing. Really, it was mercifully quiet just now. Is that necessary?
"Holy shit. No. Just..."
Rushing over, Dave tries to figure out how to turn down the volume before it wakes everyone else that isn't up yet. Unfortunately, that's not how the jukebox works, does it?
[OOC: Timed to the Saturday before the Old West plot started. I almost wasn't going to post this, but I needed to.]
Regret still hadn't come to heart, and he's glad for it. The feeling that did settle in him, though, was... stunned? Obscured? "Confused" didn't quite cut it as he made his way somewhat zombie-like back to a couch in the rec room. It felt best to forego his usual run in favor of trying to process... everything.
"What was tha–?"
He gets cut off by the jukebox, playing something all too appropriate and embarrassing. Really, it was mercifully quiet just now. Is that necessary?
"Holy shit. No. Just..."
Rushing over, Dave tries to figure out how to turn down the volume before it wakes everyone else that isn't up yet. Unfortunately, that's not how the jukebox works, does it?
[OOC: Timed to the Saturday before the Old West plot started. I almost wasn't going to post this, but I needed to.]