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[Closed] Day(care) Dreamers
Your name is Dave Strider. Usually you'd start this by saying how cool you are, but that's not actually true. You aren't actually all that cool nor do you actually care. You're old enough to have graduated college but you never went. You just can't really do this people thing, which is why it's so surprising as to how you got your job. You're a daycare worker at some place in the richer area of the city. Kids love you. You have no idea why. It's really weird, but you're not going to try and make a big deal out of it. You get paid well after all. Even though it's your main income, you actually do fairly well with your website. You DJ and you release original music on it and it makes pretty good money. Enough that if you ever lost your job, it would still support you.
You kind of grew up as this really tall, skinny shit. It's your damn metabolism and the only reason you aren't as skinny as you are is because your Bro made sure of it and you actually work out when you have time. That doesn't help with you being paler than any Twilight vampire and being assaulted by freckles. Also your hair kind of freaks people out or everyone thinks you dye it or something. Whatever.
It so happens that you're waiting for the last kid to get picked up. You're still trying to figure out how on Earth Rose somehow became a mom, but whatever. Apparently someone else is picking the kid up today and he's waiting for that person to do so. Seriously, it would be nice if they weren't so late.
You kind of grew up as this really tall, skinny shit. It's your damn metabolism and the only reason you aren't as skinny as you are is because your Bro made sure of it and you actually work out when you have time. That doesn't help with you being paler than any Twilight vampire and being assaulted by freckles. Also your hair kind of freaks people out or everyone thinks you dye it or something. Whatever.
It so happens that you're waiting for the last kid to get picked up. You're still trying to figure out how on Earth Rose somehow became a mom, but whatever. Apparently someone else is picking the kid up today and he's waiting for that person to do so. Seriously, it would be nice if they weren't so late.
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John is going to probably dance, which he is not terrible at. Just sloppy because drinking.]
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Then why don't you show me how to dance right? [Because club dancing now has a science??]
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Come on, let's head out. [He needs some fresh air at this rate.]
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Kay. [John has a hold on Dave's shoulder, because wow would it be depressing if he left John all alone here! In this sea of night clubbers who were about as or more giddy than John was right now.]
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God, you're like the happiest fucking drunk, John.
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I should go out more often.
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It's fun once in awhile.
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I had a lot of fun tonight, spending time with you is what made it the most fun. [John is also a talkative drunk, more than usual.]
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I don't usually go out as often. I do take care of a bunch of miniature people as a day job.]
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Yeah, they're all really fucking cute. [He does it again. Wow Dave smells nice still and is insanely warm.] I know you probably don't want me doing that, sorry.
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And there's that really happy smile like yesterday on Dave's face.] Naw, I guess it's cool.
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You know Dave, you're like my best friend. I always thought we had like this....really amazing friendship! [John shut up and quit blabbering you're making a fool of yourself.]
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You were like the coolest dude I could have ever met on the internet, even if you're like the hugest fucking goober also.
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I'm not a goober, just a good friend. [Gotta have someone to cheert you up right? The next question just kinda falls out of his mouth.] Can I stay in your room tonight?
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You're a total goober. [Dave pauses.] That's fine. [Dave will just take the couch again unless John stops him.]
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Are you gonna come too?
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I won't stay for long, promise. I'll just make sure you're comfortable.
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Uh huh. I get it, John.
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But now more than ever does Dave look like the best thing to put his lips on. His brain was trying to stop him, that inkling of reasoning he had left. But nah, John is seeming to be pretty blunt in what he wants tonight. Pressing his lips right onto Dave's, more passionate this time than the last.
Though he's expecting another rejection.]
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And maybe Dave was a little drunker than he let on, or maybe he just doesn't care as much. He's returning the kiss, his fingers tangling into John's hair affectionately.
Nope. No rejection here.]
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John sighs gently before continuing the kiss, the hands in his hair were so nice and it felt good. He was honestly surprised Dave wanted anything to do with him at this point. But he wasn't going to give up his only chance to have Dave reciprocating no matter how drunk they really were.
John puts a hand on Dave's cheek, thumb stroking his temple as he attempted to let the kiss become more passionate.]
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Dave just kisses back fervently, hands slowly tracing from his hair and down over his arms until they're resting on John's hips. Their glasses kind of keep clacking against each other and it's kind of annoying though.]
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