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riverviewlogs2017-08-15 09:35 pm
chumpelstiltskin) wrote in riverviewlogs2017-08-15 09:35 pm
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[closed] Mistake still burning but I'm learning like a raptor
who: Dave and John
what: Big boys need a big house, moving out of the communal rooms and into their own place.
when: During the Amnesia event, entirely unrelated to it.
where: In a nice little house somewhere.
warnings: Cussing.
Despite the fact that Dave has lived independently for almost the majority of his life, there's something novel about the experience of claiming a house and moving into it. It's very adult, it's very.. well, normal. Needless to say, no living situation Dave has ever been in has ever been quite so normal, which is interesting considering the fact that he's living in a moon quarantine with the guy he went on an emotionally devastating space adventure with.
Surprisingly, even though he's only been here about a month, Dave has amassed quite a bit of stuff. Nothing big and bulky, luckily, but a lot of clothing, trinkets and technology. He has access to money and modern shopping outlets, he's a dangerous man.
He's claimed a room by dumping his stuff in it, and he's sorted out at least somethings that can be in communal areas. Mostly the ugly things.
It's been a pretty long day, his mind is wiped from the business of moving and the kitchen is obviously empty since they just moved in and Dave has no earthly idea how to cook anyway. He's leaning back on a counter, deciding they definitely need a coffee machine here and coming to terms with the fact that he's fucking hungry.
"Hey, Space-Italian or Space-Chinese?" He says, like John should instantly know what he's talking about.
what: Big boys need a big house, moving out of the communal rooms and into their own place.
when: During the Amnesia event, entirely unrelated to it.
where: In a nice little house somewhere.
warnings: Cussing.
Despite the fact that Dave has lived independently for almost the majority of his life, there's something novel about the experience of claiming a house and moving into it. It's very adult, it's very.. well, normal. Needless to say, no living situation Dave has ever been in has ever been quite so normal, which is interesting considering the fact that he's living in a moon quarantine with the guy he went on an emotionally devastating space adventure with.
Surprisingly, even though he's only been here about a month, Dave has amassed quite a bit of stuff. Nothing big and bulky, luckily, but a lot of clothing, trinkets and technology. He has access to money and modern shopping outlets, he's a dangerous man.
He's claimed a room by dumping his stuff in it, and he's sorted out at least somethings that can be in communal areas. Mostly the ugly things.
It's been a pretty long day, his mind is wiped from the business of moving and the kitchen is obviously empty since they just moved in and Dave has no earthly idea how to cook anyway. He's leaning back on a counter, deciding they definitely need a coffee machine here and coming to terms with the fact that he's fucking hungry.
"Hey, Space-Italian or Space-Chinese?" He says, like John should instantly know what he's talking about.
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He's joking, but there's an element of sincerity in it. He's never really had real, homecooked meals considering they never really needed to eat. Sometimes someone would make cake or cookies but nobody ever made something wholesome and filling. He's looking forward to it.
"I think we need to worry about laundry, yeah. Like, I kind of got used to wearing pajamas all the time and it being normal and all but I can't help but notice that nobody else around here rocks up to work in silky, baggy monstrosities."
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John pointedly ignores the apron commentary, but he can't even argue when it comes to the laundry issue. More than once, he's been made to feel... a little awkward, and a little childish, more than once. He looks down at aforementioned monstrosities and makes a face. He's starting to sort of resent them, now that other options are more readily available. Sure, he could have gotten a new wardrobe back on Earth C, but it wasn't quite as convenient to him. That's what he got for putting his house out in the middle of nowhere.
"Well. I don't know, before we can do laundry, we need to have clothes, don't we? I think we might be overdue for a shopping montage."
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There's just the tiniest amount of hope that, for some reason, John will think that's an awesome and perfectly reasonable idea. He finds himself legitimately excited at the concept of going shopping with John, which is starting to make him feel like this whole experience has been like going on an extremely immersive vacation.
Kind of sad he feels like he needs a vacation from home, but maybe he'll go back with a fresh mind. If he goes back.
He's lucky the doorbell rings at an opportune moment and he touches his nose, turning to John so he can easily see that. "Dibs not."
end this one here?
"Alright, but you're getting it next time!"