Bro Strider (proboscalypse) wrote in marinanova, @ 2013-07-23 13:21:00 |
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Entry tags: | bro strider, dave strider |
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[Bro comes home from the Christmas party slightly boozed up and Cal-less. Though the buzz takes the sharp edge off the loneliness he feels when he slips into his bed and doesn’t find his beloved C keeping the futon warm for him, it isn’t enough to make sleep come any easier. He has a hard time trying to get rest. Worst fuckin’ insomnia.
He wastes about three hours trying to lull himself into unconsciousness by composing raps, sewing, watching porn. Nothing works.
His body is exhausted, but his mind honestly can’t settle if his bed is empty. And that’s when he decides that his best bet for getting rest is…
Dave.
After all, before he finally put his foot down and made the little man man the hell up, his precious baby brother used to climb into his bed whenever he had nightmares or got scared of the dark or any number of other lame excuses for bein’ less of a Strider. It was about time Dave returned the favor for all those years of loving care.
He ninjas over to Dave’s room. It really is so nice to have the kid back.]