[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.]

Comments

[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.]

[hamburellakind]

[Flail.]

Help, the south has risen! Noooo!

[urnewkingbitch]

I claim this Yank in the name of the Confederacy and the Lone Star State. Too bad for you I can't indoctrinate you 'cause I don't have a bible to beat you over the head with.

[hamburellakind]

I think I was the one who claimed--

[...That's quite a bruise.]

Holy shit, your neck! I-- I'm so sorry!

[urnewkingbitch]

[It takes Dave a moment to figure out what the hell John just meant by that.]

Kinda didn't notice it. S'not like it hurts or anythin', unless you go jabbin' at it like some sadistic bastard.

[hamburellakind]

[John winces.]

Well, still. At least you can wear turtlenecks right now, since it's winter and all.

[urnewkingbitch]

Dude, I'll be wearin' turtlenecks and scarves until summer finally rears its goddamn head, and even then I'd probably be in long-sleeves. Seriously, though, it's nothin' to worry about.

[hamburellakind]

[John leans up and, hesitantly, presses a kiss to the mark.]

Still.

lmfao the icon threw me for a sec. XD

[urnewkingbitch]

C'mon, I'm made of tougher stuff than that.

...it's a neck kiss

[hamburellakind]

[He rests his forehead against Dave's shoulder.]

I know. But next time I'm protecting you.

And they're shirtless. :3c

[urnewkingbitch]

[He's not sure how to take that. For now, perhaps he'll humor it.]

Holdin' it to you.

i don't see the problem

[hamburellakind]

[John just takes Dave's hand and squeezes it.]

lmfao

[urnewkingbitch]

[Dave casually squeezes back.]

I ain't goin' anywhere, promise.