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Chapter 33; Accidental Video

[[Today, when the gear turns on, you get a lovely view of the sky and the calming sounds of water nearby. It's a beautiful day, for those of you not outside.

This serene setting is broken by a squeal from a Pokemon and a splash, then all falls quiet and calm again.

It's a few minutes before you hear something again. This something being another splash. And then on screen appears a Dratini with a quite pathetically wiggling Magikarp in it's mouth.

With a happy chirp it disappears off camera again, only to return a few moments later to rub all over the 'gear. And then off it goes. There's a squeal, a splash, and a few minutes later the familiar sight of this Dratini with another Magikarp, struggling in it's grasp. It disappears, it reappears to smother the Pokegear, rinse, wash, repeat.

This show goes on for some time, until finally - during one of its rubbing sessions - it stops and looks up. And then it simply begins to trill in excitement. Almost like if it doesn't make noise, it'll explode. It's also wiggling.

There is so much wiggling from this Dratini.]]

...V-vodka...what are you doing?

[[It seems this Dratini is none other than Vodka Derptini - also lovingly known as John - belonging to resident Rose Lalonde. And said trainer has found the little dragon Pokemon.

She appears momentarily on screen, picking up the 'gear, before turning to look at...oh.

It seems all those Magikarp the little wiggling dragon type had been collecting are in quite the pile of flopping. Meanwhile, the aforementioned culprit of this karp congregation is sitting next to said heap, wiggling as if waiting for praise.

Apparently those fish are a gift for his trainer.]]

...That's...very nice of you, John. Thank you very much. How sweet.

[[A few pats to the Dratini's head, followed by a multitude of elated chirps, lilts, warbles and purls, and the 'gear is shut off.]]

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[ He laughs, too, but it's a sound at the back of his throat, quiet. ]

Ouch. Good thing I'm not into you.

[[Smirking, and now just a tad more comfortable with the idea that hey, maybe he won't let her fall off the branch, she leans back against it a bit.]]

Don't get me wrong, Strider, I am sure you will look quite handsome. However this is very much like looking into a mirror here. And I'm not quite sure how I would feel about having a relationship with myself, no matter how devilishly good looking I may be.

Besides, [[Leaning back? What leaning back? She's leaning forward now, mostly to ironically(?) give him a small Eskimo kiss.]]

A brother as cool and dashing as you is a rare commodity. If I gave you up in favor of a relationship, I have a feeling I would sorely regret it.

Any girl - provided they meet our criteria - can wine, dine and bed a Strider. Not every girl is lucky enough to be related to one.

Plus, [[leaning back once again. Eskimo kiss? What Eskimo kiss?]] John is going to grow to be quite handsome too, no doubt, and he's already captured my heart. Apologies.

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[ Despite himself, he crinkles his nose a little at the contact, but to his credit, he doesn't pull away.

He stays quiet throughout, and when she's finished talking, he may even be almost wearing an expression that sort of approaches an ironic(?) smile. His reply doesn't have the sardonic tone of a retort, but the idle tone of pleasant conversation. Maybe Eskimo kisses soothe the savage Strider? ]

Let's just hope he grows into those teeth. Not that I doubt you think they're adorable, or something equally stupid.

[[Hm. She will have to keep this tactic in mind.

Though she, herself, sounds rather soothed as well.]]

Adorable, charming, everything he thinks they're not I'm sure. Even if he did manage to keep them, I doubt I'll mind much. They're part of what makes John, John after all. And I adore him on a whole rather than in little pieces.

[[She takes to idly swinging her legs. No major movement, as she doesn't want to make Dave uncomfortable, but little tiny sways.]]

[ Dave accommodates the swinging motion easily. He knows he's in no danger of falling; his balance has always been better than most. He'd be more concerned about Rose, but he's pretty sure she wouldn't be swinging her legs and giving him Eskimo kisses if she was nervous.

He shakes his head a little, his eyes flickering briefly upward behind his shades. ]

I can't figure out how a guy like John ever landed a chick like you. I mean — don't get me wrong, but he's not exactly the crazysexycool type.

[ And then there's Dave, who obviously is, and remains, bizarrely, single. Not that he's complaining ~~out loud~~. ]

Interesting.

[[With a chuckle, she glances upward as well, considering that entire statement on a whole.]]

One would figure, being his best friend and my brother, you would have been the one to see this coming from a mile away.

[ He snorts. ]

Just because I saw it coming, doesn't mean it makes any fucking sense. By all rights, I should've seen way more action than he has by now.

[ Okay, so maybe he's complaining a little. ]

[[She's laughing. She's sorry, Dave, but you're amusing her so much right now.]]

Perhaps you should ask him for tips on picking up girls? Surely he wouldn't mind sharing his secret.

[[Calming down a little, she offers him a sympathetic smile.]]

Though if it is any consolation, John hasn't exactly seen any 'action' yet himself, either. I'm afraid I'm quite terrible at this whole relationship thing.

[ He lays a semi-gentle backhand to her leg when she starts laughing, but aside from that and a brief, displeased twist of his mouth, he doesn't seem too off-put. He pretty much asked for it, after all. ]

Pretty sure any tips from John would just wind up netting me a girl like you. And if I wanted to date you, Lalonde, I'd have been doing it a while ago.

[ He leans back on the branch, one hand supporting him as he looks over his shoulder toward John. ]

You guys'll be fine. I mean, you're both retarded, but I guess that's why it'll work out.

You sound so sure of that fact, Strider. [[And even though she wants to say something sarcastic and snippish about the retarded comment (possibly "If I'm retarded, does that not make you so as well by extension? Considering we are related after all."), she refrains. Instead, she just pauses her leg swinging and reaches forward to give the wrist of his non supporting arm a light squeeze.]]

It's good to know the famous man of swag has faith in our relationship.

[[Yeah, still teasing. But at least she means it?]]

[ At her touch, Dave flips his hand in a flash and grabs her wrist, instead. By the time he looks back at her, he's grinning a little, wicked. He's got you right where he wants you, Rose. How easily he could pull you off the branch now. ]

If Strider wills it, it is so. That should answer both your catty remarks, sis.

[[She stills completely for a moment, eying his hand on her wrist, but remains relaxed none the less.]]

...oh really?

Absolutely. Rule number nine.

[ His grip on her wrist isn't tight, in fact, his fingers are just locked around it; if she really tries, she could probably break free. ]

[[She's actually not worried. Because if he pushes her out? She'll just drag him down with her.

And surely he's aware of that.]]

I will keep that in mind. Are there any other rules I need to know?

None offhand.

[ He studies her from behind his shades for a moment, then releases her wrist, reaching up to idly hook his hand on a branch overhead. For a few moments, he's just quiet, examining her. ]

Perhaps you should write them into a book.

[[She's a little unsettled by the quiet. When is Dave ever quiet? The released hand settles on his leg instead of pulling back to herself as she resists the urge to show curiosity.]]

Then I would be able to have it on hand at all times for study.

I've thought about it. The Strider Bible.

[ He glances briefly downward, without moving his head, when her hand comes to rest on his leg, but he makes no move to displace it. He's growing more and more accustomed to Rose touching him, and he's been left with the distinct impression that she enjoys it.

Which leads him to his current thoughts, and the reason for his relative quiet. ]

... So is this like jumping right back in where you left off with the last Dave, or what?

[[And that question catches her completely by surprise. She thought you didn't really want to know about any previous Daves. Taking a slow breath, she ties to figure out exactly how she wants to explain the answer to this.]]

...not really, no. At least, not for quite the same reasons anyway.

[ Well, he didn't, but his curiosity's gotten the better of him. He's used to being the alpha Dave, and knowing what the other Daves are up to because he put them up to it at one point or another. He's used to knowing the score, but he knows nothing about the Daves who were here before him, and it's starting to bother him.

He's long perfected the art of pretending to make eye contact, which is what he does now. He continues facing her, but his eyes wander a little uneasily as he speaks. ]

Were you close with them?

[[Perhaps, then, he'll be delighted when she breaks the so called eye contact after a few moments, glancing away instead.]]

...not really. The last Dave that was here, we were a little closer, but he was here for such a short amount of time, and most of that was spent by me nursing him back to health. So I couldn't say if we'd ever grow closer or not. I can't tell you much more than that about him.

[[And she'd like to avoid talking about the first one if possible.]]

[ Sorry, sis. ]

What about the first one?

[ He looks back to her, now that he can study her without being studied in return. ]

...He had his moments. Guile thinks you're her father because of him, and he did try and spend time with me. He was there when she hatched. In fact, he gave her to me. With, of course, strings attached, but I'm grateful for it none the less.

He...[[...Maybe she shouldn't mention the hat.]] was also kind enough to purchase me a warmer coat at the time. Johto is awful in the winter, despite how comfortable I am with the colder temperatures.

Though, despite all of this, he also had an impeccable knack for reminding me of just how much of an insufferable prick you really can be. And often too. When he left, we...weren't on the best of terms. And really, that's
a gross understatement.

[[After a pause, she snorts.]]

He also managed to incur injury, and left me to tend him. Though at least then I had the assistance of John, Jade and Karkat as well, but that was living hell with your Brother here.

[ Dave's expression — or what she can see of it — offers no hint as to what he's thinking.

He's thinking, dryly, that it doesn't surprise him at all that some Dave somewhere was that much of a fuck-up. He's thinking that he wishes it weren't the one who was around when Bro was, and he's thinking that he's sorry about it, but he won't say that. That was some other Dave, and that's some other Dave's problem. His problem, here and now, is Rose, and she seems to be doing just fine.

And he's also thinking that he's glad, for some reason, that he might be the one to get the closest to her. He doesn't think about that for too long, though. ]

... Did you ever see either of them with their shades off?

Only whilst they were unconscious and I was tending to their head injuries. Don't worry. They never revealed any of your deep dark secrets, including your eyes.

[[You probably never want to ask about that time with Bro. It's kind of embarrassing.

Then again. The text they sent him might be worth it. But you'd lose any respect you had for John and Rose.]]

[ Luckily for John and Rose, Dave doesn't really want to talk about Bro at any kind of length.

He actually turns his head away a little now, glancing down out of the tree. ]

I'm just surprised you've never asked. I figured it was because you'd seen them already. Shit, Vantas had.

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