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Bro Strider ([info]proboscalypse) wrote in [info]marinanova,
@ 2013-07-23 13:21:00

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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.]



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[info]occupylohac
2013-08-07 04:55 pm UTC (link)
[ you know that squirming that just stopped? that was nothing. we're going to call this new move a "flail," because dave just turned into a medieval fucking weapon. his hands are balls of steel - his legs the chain of olde. ]

Fuck, man!

[ he settles for protecting the back of his neck with his hands.

don't look at him like that. he's still cool.
]

From where? The last place I tried had fucking feta and shit. And walnuts. And apples. I mean, it was fucking tasty, yeah, but it's not pizza. You know what I mean?

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[info]proboscalypse
2013-08-07 05:21 pm UTC (link)
[smh, dave. there is literally nothing cool about you now, especially since the manbeast behind you is getting his toasty warm cuddles on.

at least bro is considerate (and deterred by the kicking legs) enough to stop mouthbreathing all over dave. he snorts a laugh that ruffles the top of dave's hair like a cute pony or a weird older brother/father that spoons his ward.]


You serious. What the fuck they doin' putting apples and nuts on pizza? Better question: what the fuck you doin' actually puttin' that garbage in your mouth?

This prison needs to stop being so goddamn classy, christ. I just want a fuckin' pizza with as much meat on it as structurally possible.

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[info]occupylohac
2013-08-07 06:52 pm UTC (link)
Hey man, don't give me shit. I was craving some pizza, what can I say?

[ bro exhales, and after a moment dave begrudgingly stops squirming. fuck you, man. he's going to keep talking if nothing else. ]

You remember the triple-philly pizza that one time? The one that had so much chicken on it the box caved in? God damn, that was good.

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[info]proboscalypse
2013-08-15 12:53 pm UTC (link)
[bro isn't smiling. he's not and dave wouldn't be able to tell anyway because he's being spooned. but honestly, he's happy to reminisce with the kid. he doesn't know how long he's been dead from when dave is coming but he was definitely dead.

filled with bro-ly compassion, he pokes dave a couple of times in the chin with the smuppet.]


Goddammit, lil man, I thought we had a silent agreement to never fucking talk about that pizza ever again. Been tryin' to forget that shit since the second it touched my tongue because there ain't no way that kind of perfection is gonna be achieved again. 'Specially not in a place that thinks it's even remotely acceptable to do anythin' with fruit that ain't turning it into juice or soda.

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[info]occupylohac
2013-08-16 01:57 pm UTC (link)
Shit, are you serious? I thought we'd passed a silent amendment on that exact topic. You know, last June. Pretty sure there was a mutual nodding of heads.

[ st- stop that, dude. he's trying not to squirm for fucking once.

oh my fucking god fine. he juts his chin out, trying to push the smuppets away with as little movement as he can.
]

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