[Accidental Audio][Forward-dated to the 29th/post-event]

[brotimaeus]

[[ooc: Because things are fucked up enough for him without his little bro being a sword]]

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[He's not running, but his footsteps are quick, breathing heavy and not panicked, not panicked, because Bro Strider doesn't panic, not even when he wakes up in a hospital bed with the last memories he has still fresh in his mind being told by someone who sounds too calm that he's fictional. Or was.

Under his breath, he's talking to himself.]

Okay, okay, just. Calm down. Take it easy, Bro. This ain't the most fucked up thing you ever got yourself into, just.. Okay. Priorities. One. Find out where the fuck I am and what the hell is really goin' on here 'cause I ain't down with all this 'you ain't real' bullshit.

Two. Two.. find a fuckin' bar.

[His footsteps pause, then resume. The audio cuts off.]

Comments

text too because he sucks

[cawmemaybe]

sup

baby ;;

[brotimaeus]

hey kid.



where the fuck are you.

[cawmemaybe]

crying my way to school
can you believe these mofos force us to go

[brotimaeus]

wow.
what are you even gonna learn.
are they brainwashing you.
i aint gonna stand for that shit.

[And he happens to be.. outside what he thinks is the school. So he'll just.. sit right here on this bench.]

[cawmemaybe]

[ And here comes Davesprite, walking on the sidewalk from across where Bro is, eyes locked onto his phone without realizing how close he is. ]

nah its just stupid school bs
two plus two equals one and apparently michael jordan isnt relevant anymore

[brotimaeus]

what.
michael jordan is always relevant what kind of fucked up crap are they teaching you kids.

[There's a pause, then, because he spots him, and almost stands, but decides against it, tugging his cap a bit lower over his eyes.]

so theres this kid walking across the street from me.
i aint ever seen a shade of orange like it.
i mean holy shit.
call the motherfucking fashion police.

[cawmemaybe]

[ He always feels so dumb whenever people point out how orange his hair is. Maybe it's time to dye it. Anyway. Judging from Bro's words must mean he's nearby—or he has the eyes of the hawk, as per usual.

He turns to look around, doesn't take that long to spot Bro sitting on that bench. Instead of waltzing right up to where he is, he keeps texting. ]

youre out of luck with that one man
orange is the number one trend right now
its in style

[brotimaeus]

[Bro pauses, then leans back, flicking the peak of his cap up. One eyebrow arches over burnished orange eyes and a familiar smirk pulls at his lips.

It's quite deliberately now that he's texting back, eyes on Davesprite all the while.]

oh shit.
hes looking at me.
i think he knows im talking about him.
whats a man to do.

[cawmemaybe]

[ Meanwhile the kid's face is as impassive as ever. He's 99.9% sure that either his brain or the island is playing tricks on him. Bro can't be really sitting there right now.

Time to wait until the illusion fades off. ]

i dunno
ignore him or something
maybe hell go away

[brotimaeus]

[Sorry, OrangeDave. He's not going anywhere.]

you know i dont reckon i will.
he kinda looks like a kid i knew back home.
you think hed object if i went over and said hi?

[cawmemaybe]

[ :( Oh. He's not leaving yet. That's weird. ]

probably not
do you even know how to cross roads
cause im guessing you dont
considering you kinda skipped out on a big one

[brotimaeus]

ok.
i deserved that.

[Then he's getting up, crossing that street like a pro, stopping a couple of feet in front of the other. He looks him up and down, then clears his throat softly.]

Hey, Dave.

[cawmemaybe]

[ He's changed a lot. From his orange hair all the way to the lack of wings, he is pretty certain Bro would find it weird that he's human again.

But this is kind of awkward. Here's the person he saw die right in front of his own eyes, and yet he's standing right there. Little bits and pieces of that day start to crawl up into the forefront of his mind, but he's ignoring it in favour of looking at Bro. ]

Sup.

[ What else is there to say? ]

[brotimaeus]

[He has changed, and it is weird, but he's still Dave and he's still Bro's kid brother and nothing will ever change that. Davesprite isn't the only one thinking about his death - and Bro will never be able to go easy on himself for the kid having to witness that.]

Yo.

[Don't worry, Bro's not going to subject you to the indignity of hugging you where people can see, no matter how much he might want to. He does raise one fist up for a bunp though.

Don't leave him hanging, bro.]

[cawmemaybe]

[ He hesitates for a second. Like he isn't sure whether he should reciprocate the gesture or not. In the end, he does, lifting up his fist to bunp his knuckles against Bro's, and then he retrieves it all too quickly.

... Standing there without a single clue on what to do is going to look very stupid super fast. Oops. ]

Uh. [ When in doubt— ] Did you talk to Dave yet? He's probably gonna flip once he finds out you're here. That's pretty much a guarantee right there.

[ Talk about someone else. ]

[brotimaeus]

[There's an odd kind of relief when the gesture is returned, showing clearly in Bro's expression. How stupid Davesprite may look doesn't really occur to him, since he's just as much at a loss when it comes to dealing with this.

He rubs the back of his neck and gives a small nod.]

Yeah, he knows I'm here. Ain't sure yet how he's really takin' it..

[cawmemaybe]

Oh.

[ Okay, think. How hard can it be to talk to your own brother? Jeez, he's acting like a teenage girl. ]

I can show you where he lives and stuff. It's not that far of a walk from here.

[brotimaeus]

[So much like a teenage girl, dude. Bro would be embarrassed for you if he could actually take his eyes off you for one second because you're Dave and you're okay and that means he did good.. even if he failed in the end.]

Yeah? I ain't gonna object to that.

[cawmemaybe]

Yeah. [ Uh. ] Okay.

[ Awkward shuffling as he changes his direction to head for the housing instead of school. He even points to the same way. ]

It's over here.

[brotimaeus]

[Haha, wow, way to be awkward, Bro. He gives the school a quick glance, but he's not really down with Dave being educated in that place, so he's not even going to mention that the kid might be late if they detour.]

How about you, little man? You got a place here?

[cawmemaybe]

[ He nods once. ]

It's in the same general area. S'got a dumb roommate system in place. Kids can't live on their own so they get stuck living in some joint that has a ballpit. I had to do that once. It was hell.

Not really.

[ He had fun.

His fingers slip inside his pockets, and his back started to slouch. Having Bro around is so weird to him, for some reason; probably because the last time he ever saw him was when he was dying/dead. All thanks to him, too. ]

They'll probably give you a place. Or they already did. Maybe they'll even be generous and make Dave your roommate.

[brotimaeus]

[Okay, he can't hide the small smirk that comes onto his face as he imagines Dave surviving in a ballpit. The weirdness of the situation isn't lost on him, either - the last time he saw this particular Dave was when he was dying, after all. That's not the kind of thing you just move past.

His hand falls briefly to Davesprite's shoulder.]

Heh.. I ain't countin' on nothin'.

[He seems to think of something then, and pushes both hands into his jacket pockets, rummaging around and coming out with a hastily folded piece of paper. He unfolds it, narrowing his eyes as he looks down.]

Got this shoved at me when I got here, ain't had chance to look yet. Maybe it says somethin'..

[Oh. Well. They'd sure made Dave his roommate. Just not the one he might have expected.]

[cawmemaybe]

[ The kid almost jumps right out of his skin when Bro's hand settles on his shoulder. It's not like he's skittish or anything (he'd rather be caught dead), but he's been tense as fuck since his not-dead older brother approached him, and the contact is somewhat making it worse.

He has nothing to say up until Bro pulls out that scrap of paper. Pretty sure that's the roommate arrangement thing. Probably. ]

Uh.

[ Wow, he is so eloquent. ]

Yeah, okay. What's it say?

[brotimaeus]

[The most eloquent. It's alright, kiddo, he'll let you off this time.

Bro doesn't say anything, just hands the paper over.]

[cawmemaybe]

[ Reads the paper. Looks at it quietly. Oh shit. ]

Oh. Uh. I can ask for a roommate switch, no biggie.

[ Translation: sorry. :( ]