[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 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.

[longwinded]

[Wow no back off, FILLING THIS SINK UP WITH SOAPY WATER, like the good friend he is.]

[Oh shit...] Trick question.

[knightime]

[Ugh. Whatever. You're a weirdo, man.]

I'm not answering it.

[longwinded]

[Yup, WASHING DISHES LIKE THE BEST GUEST.]

Fine! You don't have to or anything.

[knightime]

I know.

[Dave pauses for a moment.] You planning on staying the night? It sounds like it started raining.

[longwinded]

[Hm that is rain, and thunder...isn't it.]

Sure. I'll just go home to pack up my shit tomorrow.

[knightime]

It's cool. You can take my bed. I usually end up falling asleep on the couch anyways.

But 'm taking a shower now because I smell like little kids, and I'd ruin any pedophile's dream if they followed me only to find out I'm of age.

[longwinded]

[Wow he might blushing and washing dishes now.]

Alright, I'll be waiting for you to get out then. I'd like to take one too, I smell like ass. [snicker.]

[knightime]

[Dave just shuffles off. There's a click of a door being closed and lock and the shower turning on.]

[longwinded]

[And now John will take the next however long Dave is in the shower to flip his shit. He's staying tonight, and he's actually moving in tomorrow. What the fucking fuck. What in the world happened.

How did he get so lucky. He'd only rekindled this friendship not so long ago. But he supposes he's lucky! He gets to move out of his shitty apartment.]

[knightime]

[Hopefully John doesn't mind when Dave heads back out, he's only wearing his boxers and shades. What is wearing pants and a shirt? It's his place, whatever.]

Shower is all yours.

[longwinded]

[Well it isn't his place to argue. Just, gonna blush.]

Thanks man. [John is going to literally run in there now.]

[knightime]

[Okay...

By the time John is done with his shower, Dave is lounging on the couch with his laptop. At the very least, he's wearing a shirt now. Pants are for squares though.]

[longwinded]

[John is wearing pants but no shirt, so they're evenly clothed.]

Hey again.

[knightime]

Catch.

[Dave tosses something at him. That something happens to be a blue plaid key.] Don't lose that, cause your life will be hell otherwise.

[longwinded]

[John catches it. Oh shit, shit is getting real. That's definitely a house key.]

I won't lose it, thanks.

[knightime]

Yeah, now beat it. I'm heading to sleep. Couch turf is mine.

[He just stretches himself on the couch.]

[longwinded]

[John watches him, wow that is cute.]

Goodnight. [Totally beating it, right to Dave's room, right to Dave's bed. Best bed.]

[knightime]

[Dave is one of the worst morning people ever. And by that, he doesn't have to come in for work today so he's still this giant ball of blankets and Dave pretty much passed out.

Nope, fuck you. he will sleep like the dead.]

[longwinded]

[John slept pretty comfortably. It was a dream come true being a comfortable and stable household for a night. He stumbles into the living room, his eyes setting upon the ball on the couch.]

Dave? [It was a whisper. Oh god, how fucking adorable. But it seems Dave's glasses are askew. So he's just going to gently reach, take them off, and fold them up on the coffee table.]

[knightime]

[There's some movement but all it really changes is that Dave buried himself more into his blankets. Fuck you. He'll get up when he wants too. You can't get him off this couch until he's ready to get up.

That's probably not for another hour or so. Maybe. If you're lucky, he'll get up soon.]