[Text] 18th Time Loop

[urnewkingbitch]

[He's been around since about one in the morning, but he was conked out on the bed due to wow coming back to life sucks almost as much as dying. His body still aches from the ordeal, but Dave pushes through it.

Ladies and gentlemen, Dave Strider is pissed.]

ok im back after 12 hours and that doesnt seem quite right
whatever dont care
i need an update on what happened while i was busy getting blown up by a psycho bitchs surprise present
speaking of
to the bitch who did that
you know who you are
i know who you are
hell the entire fucking mansion probably knows who you are
youre going down

[After putting that out, Dave is going to go back to lying down on his bed. Damn does he hurt.]

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[coolstriderbro]

I'm fine.

[Yep, dodging the question here]

[urnewkingbitch]

[Slight eyeroll behind his shades.]

Right. Humor me and grab somethin' to eat from the closet.

[coolstriderbro]

Nah, I'm good. Later, maybe.

[Like when he's not feeling like a ball of rage desperate for vengeance and thus might actually be able to eat]

[urnewkingbitch]

There's no "maybe" to it, Bro.

[Dave doesn't care. If he has to, he'll force the issue.]

[coolstriderbro]

Alright, fine. Later, definitely.

[In the sort of tone that suggests "quit pushing me, I'm meant to be the one looking after you"]

[urnewkingbitch]

[Brothers look out for each other.]

Can't do much if you don't take care of yourself, too, Bro.

[coolstriderbro]

I got it, all right?

[Oops, bit more snappish than he intended. And just when he thought he'd got away with not being fucked over by the mansion]

I just...I gotta make sure you're okay.

[urnewkingbitch]

[Dave sets the now empty box aside. He let's the snap slide, considering the mansion is making people more pissy.]

I'm fine. A little sore, but nothin' painkillers can't handle. There's not even a scratch on me.

[Not counting the scars from Jade's gun that one time, but still.]

[coolstriderbro]

This time. I ain't sure what's going on here but anyone else wants a shot, they'll have to get past me first.

[urnewkingbitch]

I think I almost feel sorry for whoever tries that one.

[Or not, depending on how stupid the person is in trying to best Bro.]

[coolstriderbro]

Long as we're sticking at "almost", little dude.

[urnewkingbitch]

I can't feel completely sorry for someone doin' a really fuckin' moronic thing like pissin' you off.

[coolstriderbro]

[Slight shrug]

Laid their own grave far as I see it.

[urnewkingbitch]

[He's going to lie down for a little bit. The ibuprofen hasn't kicked in yet, fuck.]

Am I bein' confined to my room or are you just gonna be like a ninja bodyguard for the rest of the event?

[coolstriderbro]

Depends. How far you planning on roaming?

[urnewkingbitch]

[He's about to answer, but that's when John decides to hit up his network post.]

Spar on the roof with Egbert alright with you?

[coolstriderbro]

[Raised eyebrow]

Sure that's a good idea?

[urnewkingbitch]

Better than us doin' somethin' we'll regret later. I doubt we'll kill each other.

[coolstriderbro]

Well alright. But don't think I won't be checking up on you.

[urnewkingbitch]

That's fine. Should be back in around an hour. I'll call if it's gonna take longer, but I doubt it will.

[coolstriderbro]

Alright.

[If it's any longer than 30 minutes he'll be up there finding out why]

[urnewkingbitch]

Later, Bro.

[He leaves to head on up. Hopefully Bro won't walk in on anything embarrassing for everyone involved.]