[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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[urnewkingbitch]

[He almost grunts at the heaviness behind each strike. It's a good thing it's not one of his shitty swords, else it most certainly would've broken by now. Luckily, he's quick enough to recover for another parry, but he's not sure how long he can stay defensive.]

Shit, Egbert, pissed much?

[hamburellakind]

[And that's when John drops the hammer and dives forward, tackling Dave and pinning him to the ground.]

Fucking furious.

[urnewkingbitch]

[SHIT, he doesn't expect this and falls heavily, not really sure where his sword is at this point. Pretty stars....]

So, what're you gonna do about it?

[hamburellakind]

[John doesn't know what he's doing, exactly. He's just doing it. And what he's doing is ducking down and biting down on Dave's neck.]

[urnewkingbitch]

[There's an internal keysmash along with this face.]

Are you turnin' vampire or some shit, Egbert? I mean, this is pretty fuckin' kinky and all....

[hamburellakind]

[John pulled back, his anger dissipating with each panting breath.]

You're mine. You can't die anymore.

[urnewkingbitch]

Will the kinkiness never end? Didn't think you had it in you.

[Avoiding the topic? No, of course not!]

[hamburellakind]

Shut up! I just-- nngh.

[John touches his forehead. It's like he can feel the event's hold releasing and fading away.]

You've been doing this all along and I was too stupid and immature to really realize that it was-- what it was about and-- and now this was literally my fault and...

[John didn't want to cry again. So instead he stopped talking and, releasing Dave's arms, collapsed down onto his chest, whimpering vaguely.]

[urnewkingbitch]

[Dave's honestly caught off-guard by this, and blinks for a moment. He wraps his arms around John, looking away.]

I'm not about to blame you for the completely fucked choice Serket made. She was unstable to begin with. 'Sides, isn't it a knight's job or whatever to protect people and shit?

[hamburellakind]

[John shakes his head.]

Not if you're going to die. And I blame myself for it. I don't even blame Vriska. Just me.

[urnewkingbitch]

A knight's just a fancy word for a soldier. It's pretty much expected to protect you and everyone else or fuckin' die tryin'. Not like I die for the hell of it. I either fucked up somewhere or I wasn't strong enough.

[hamburellakind]

You shouldn't have to be. I should've handled this. I should've-- I should've been the one she hurt the first time.

[urnewkingbitch]

You were, dude. She just used me to do it.

[hamburellakind]

[John's quiet for a moment.]

Your Bro is going to kill me.

[urnewkingbitch]

Only if you tell him now. And that's my fault, too, for not tellin' him about Serket in the first place.

[hamburellakind]

[John huffs.]

I shouldn't have ignored her. I-- I'm still mad at her, but I feel bad about that too. It made things worse.

[urnewkingbitch]

Obviously, we can't do shit about it until this fuckin' event's done. Hopefully it won't blow up 'cause of us gettin' revenge on each other left and right.

[hamburellakind]

[John nods. Now that that's decided, he feels he can get back to more important things.

He wiggles up Dave's chest a little bit and presses a soft, nervous kiss to his boyfriend's lips.]

Sorry for getting mad. And. Um. Biting you. I'm not sure where that came from.

[urnewkingbitch]

[Dave shrugs a little.]

Not like you can help it. Still pretty uncharacteristically pissed at spider bitch, but I'm gettin' a handle on it.

[He's not terribly inclined on dying again, honestly.]

Don't ask me. I figured it was either tryin' to be kinky or you were about to start ravishin' me for all I was worth.

[hamburellakind]

[John flushes.]

It did sort of cross my mind.

[..........]

I-- I mean, I realized it looked like that and-- and that's why I stopped.

[...Sure.]

[urnewkingbitch]

I'd swoon, but that's kinda hard to do when I'm already on the ground and pretty much pinned.

[No, John, he's not letting go of you just so you can move away. Fuck that shit.]

[hamburellakind]

[John is aware of Dave's octopussian grip.

If that is a word.]

Uh-- um. We're in public!

[Just! Throwing that out there!]

[urnewkingbitch]

How many people actually go on the roof? Other than me and Bro 'cause that's pretty much a fuckin' given. Now shut up and either cuddle or kiss me.

[hamburellakind]

[John shivers a little at the order and decides to hit the middle ground and do both.]

[urnewkingbitch]

[Dave approves, and then attempts turn an innocent kiss into a French one. He's not even sorry about it.]