[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]

[Oh, damn, he always forgets that John's like a deer in headlights with this sort of thing. It mildly frustrates him, but he figures it's a whole new thing to him.

Dave tries, though. Just a little at a time. First, he applies gentle pressure on John's tongue, kind of massaging, kind of kneading it, and sees what happens.]

[hamburellakind]

[Oh. That felt...oh.

John exhaled shakily, wondering if Dave wanted him to respond in kind. That was the only way he was going to learn, right?

So he sort of...moved his tongue back against Dave's, resisting the urge to start giggling at the sensation.]

[urnewkingbitch]

[Yes, progress! Dave hums a little when he feels that John's participating, moving on to practically explore as much as he can.

He just doesn't do anything with his hands yet. It might be too much at one time.]

[hamburellakind]

[Okay, if Dave was doing it, he could do it too. Just. Slower. And more carefully.

Dave tastes like pizza and spearmint.]

[urnewkingbitch]

[If Dave knew about that thought, he'd reply with something along the lines of "no shit."

Still, he's happy with this. He keeps it up for a little longer, but eventually he has to break it off for air.

Of course, since it's Dave, he just can't resist making comments on practically everything.]

Tasty.

[hamburellakind]

Hnn...

What? Wait, are you-- do I taste like something?

[urnewkingbitch]

Yeah, you taste like John with a hint of Gushers. It's like fine dinin' over here.

[hamburellakind]

That doesn't sound like fine dining...

[urnewkingbitch]

Trust me, it so is.

[hamburellakind]

[John blushes hotly and buries his face in Dave's chest.]

[urnewkingbitch]

And now I've learned that you're part fuckin' ostrich.

[Can't stop won't stop]

[hamburellakind]

[Face pap.]

[urnewkingbitch]

You're so fuckin' abusive to your boyfriend, Egbert.

[hamburellakind]

[Papapapapapaapapapapapapap.]

[urnewkingbitch]

[It's almost like Terezi trained him to be ridiculously tolerant to face paps.]

Keep it up and you're the one who gets pinned, bro.

[hamburellakind]

[...Pap.]

[urnewkingbitch]

[And now their positions are abruptly reversed.]

Warned you, bro.

[hamburellakind]

[Dang.]

Now what?

[urnewkingbitch]

[Dramatic pause! And then....

Incoming tickle attack!!!!]

[hamburellakind]

[GIGGLES EVERYWHERE.]

N-- no faaaair!

[urnewkingbitch]

What was that? I can't hear you over how totally fuckin' fair this is. Why don't you speak up over your giggles?

[hamburellakind]

[SqueaksnortohGod.]

But I was mad at yoooou!

[urnewkingbitch]

Not anymore, Little Miss Giggles.

[He stops when he sees John's going a little too pink.]

[hamburellakind]

[And at that point John gives Dave a little shove.]

No. You are the miss. It's you.

[urnewkingbitch]

That's Miss Scarlet O'Hara to you.

[He just sits on you, John.]