[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]

Assuming I don't. I'm quite fine being a creepy albino, dude. Just eat your chicken man.

[You dumb, man.]

[longwinded]

[Fine, fine. He'll eat his chicken. Which is good, really good.]

Okay, well then I'll compliment your cooking instead.

[knightime]

[Dave just sits across from him, and starts tearing the skin off articulately. Oh right. Weird eating habits.]

Gotta survive somehow. Living off instant noodles gets tiring.

[longwinded]

[Just another thing that John is going to admire about Dave. He thinks it is literally the cutest thing.]

It's better than eating nothing because you can't afford it.

[knightime]

I thought you worked, dude?

[Dave tears all the chicken off his bone before eating the pieces. He also mashes up his potatoes. CAN'T BE TAMED.]

[longwinded]

I do. But it doesn't pay me enough to always have a meal. Target isn't exactly an A plus job.

[John just digs into that chicken, and takes meticulous bites of the potatoes. THEY ARE A WORK OF ART.]

[knightime]

How much are you paying for rent?

[He pauses and puts his forkful of potatoes down onto his plate.]

[longwinded]

450 a month, and that doesn't leave me a lot for anything else. Since my car needs gas and I have to keep my appearance up for my job.

[He likes smelling nice.]

[knightime]

I have an open room.

[He's not implying anything. Nope.]

[longwinded]

Are you suggesting something?

[John's brain might have literally just performed the longest keysmash in history.]

[knightime]

It's cheaper than your place.

[He's totally just poking at his food.] I had to kick out the last person staying with me, but I haven't bothered looking for another roommate since I'm able to cover the full price.

[longwinded]

[Oh no, curiosity strikes.]

Just so I know what not to do in the event I move in, what did this roomie of yours do?

[knightime]

I'm not going to keep living with some asswipe ex-boyfriend. I'm the main tenant and he could go fucking live with his stupid slut of a girlfriend.

[longwinded]

Good reason to kick him out then. [Dave. John is frowning now. He went back to a girlfriend? That's just shitty.]

[knightime]

[Dave just goes back to eating. He seems to be pretty nonchalant about the whole ordeal.]

So...?

[longwinded]

So, I can call my landlord now and tell him I'm moving out of that dump he overcharges me for?

[knightime]

Just don't make me hound you for rent.

[Dave just goes back to eating.]

[longwinded]

How much are you asking?

[Because John has never missed a rent payment.]

[knightime]

Three hundred, including utilities. Cheaper than your place.

[longwinded]

Then yeah, I'll move in. It seems like a better deal than my apartment.

[Dave, you are sly.]

[knightime]

[Dave just shrugs and gets up to put his plate in the sink.]

As long as you can deal with my house rules.

[longwinded]

[John gets up, and fully intends on washing these dishes.]

What are those?

[knightime]

[Fuck off, John. He will fight you for the dishes.]

Lights either are off or at 50%. I will basically throw the hugest fit otherwise. Don't touch my shit in my room, but anywhere else is fair game. Don't bring anyone home you intend to fuck. Don't do drugs, and if you do, don't you dare bring that shit into here. No pets, but that's because this apartment doesn't like them and no amount of the landlady adoring me will change that. And don't try waking me up because I will literally throw you out the window.

[longwinded]

[Kindly fuck off, John has totally got this.]

I agree with all of those. That's just fine. But this begs a question, if you don't mind me asking- what is the light situation about?

[knightime]

[It's his dishes. He let you eat on them. Didn't say he'd let you clean them.]

Is that a trick question or you seriously haven't caught on.