[Closed] Day(care) Dreamers

[knightime]

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.

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[knightime]

[Dave shoves his hands against John's chest.]

You're too much, dude. I'm tired. [Today has been mostly an emotional roller coaster. He doesn't want to deal with more.]

[longwinded]

[John lets go of Dave. He doesn't want to cause Dave any grief.]

Wanna take another nap? i mean we're already here and everything. [Today was mostly John being hungover and John being sleepy. Also John comforting Dave.]

[knightime]

We've spent the entire day pretty much being unconscious. [What a waste of a day. But he doesn't really want to do anything either.]

[longwinded]

[No Dave, it was a good thing they both stayed in bed. Lest they argued more. John tips his head up and pecks his grumpy male companion on the cheek.]

Then what do you suggest we do?

[knightime]

I don't know. [Dave admits.]

Maybe we can get food. I'm starving. What time is it anyways?

[longwinded]

Food sounds pretty good.

[He looks at the clock on the dresser.]

Quarter past seven. We could probably go get something from McDonalds, or order a pizza, we could maybe go get some chinese? Anything sounds good right about now.

[knightime]

Ugh just order pizza. I'm not going to get ready to go out. Fuck that.

[Getting ready is too much work.] You mistaken me hungry enough to actually leave the apartment right now.

[longwinded]

[So begins the saga of John being on the phone ordering pizza. He just orders whatever Dave ordered last time, and some wings, and a free soda. Yes fucking score.

The best part is that he is going to pay for it, not Dave.]

Alright, it'll be here in thirty minutes. What do we do until then?

[knightime]

[Shortest and most anticlimatic saga ever. Dave just falls back onto the bed and buries his face into the pillow. He's so done.]

World domination. Whatever the fuck you want to do, John.

[longwinded]

[John lays back down next to home. Shit, world domination sounds like a good fucking plan. But he'll opt for just staring at the ceiling.]

I don't know what to do. I'm partially still getting rid of a headache, I'm starving, and the pizza wait is going to be the longest wait of our lives.

[knightime]

It's going to be the longest wait in your life. I know what long waits feel like.

[Dave is being vague and he's going to turn his back to John.]

[longwinded]

[John folds his arms behind his head, looking over towards Dave. His heart kind of drops, and his face kind of sets neutral.]

What do you mean by that?

[knightime]

Nothing.

[Dave is keeping his back turned to you.]

[longwinded]

[Annnnnd his arms snake around Dave's midsection. John is far too affectionate.]

That didn't sound like nothing.

[knightime]

I don't want to talk about it.

[Not that he seems to want to talk about anything in general.

But Dave is snuggling up against John, if that makes it any better.]

[longwinded]

It's just between you and I you know. You can talk to me about anything.

[At least he isn't being shoved away. They have t-minus twenty minutes to pizza and they can just cuddle right here until then.]

[knightime]

You mean me and myself and I.

[He's not talking about anything right now. They've done enough talking for one night. He's so done with talking.]

[longwinded]

Yeah, that is what I meant.

[John is kind of curled to Dave again. Man, the pizza man could take his time. He doesn't want to get up anymore.]

[knightime]

[Dave doesn't say anything, keeping his stare at the wall.]

...

You don't have to sleep in the other room. [It came out more like a mumble.]

[longwinded]

Okay.

[He answers just as quietly. Partly because he doesn't want to stir the other anymore, and partly because he is listening for the doorbell. He cranes his neck a little and places a kiss on the back of Dave's head.]

I think I'd like that.

[knightime]

It'll give us more room to put shit in the spare and we can just rearrange this room to fit your shit in.

[His voice falters a little. This is kind of a huge deal. He hasn't really considered something like this in awhile.]

[longwinded]

[This is a really big step for Dave, and John is kind of holding back his excitement. He makes a little grab for Dave's hands.]

We can rearrange the other room into a place to do music. Like a studio if we wanted.

[knightime]

[Dave swats at John's hand.] Get the pizza numbnuts.

We don't really need to rush figuring out what to do with the room

[longwinded]

[Eeeeeh, fine John will roll out of bed now.] We can take our time. No big deal.

[John has wandered off to his room to get his wallet and go to the door. Those pizza and wings with added bonus of free coke have been obtained.]

Dave, it's on the table.

[knightime]

[There's a thud. That is the noise of Dave rolling off the bed because he's that lazy. Few minutes later, Dave comes out from the room to the kitchen, shades back in place.]