[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

[callbacks]

Uh-huh, sure. I guess your timing's decent, anyway. You missed Thanksgiving but you've still got a couple days before December.

[Dave lets go again but doesn't move back very far, just enough to look at Bro and try to clear his throat around the lump that's lodged there. If he doesn't have his shades, that means--he's from after then, isn't he?]

What's the last thing you remember?

[brotimaeus]

Hah, shit.. sorry I missed it.

[He looses his grip just enough to let Dave pull back from him. Holding onto him for this long feels odd, but at the same time, he's reluctant to let him go. At the question, something flickers over his face, and he looks away.

Like he can't meet Dave's eyes.]

... Reckon you already know that, kiddo.

[Or do you need him to say it?]

[callbacks]

[No, Dave knows. His gaze drops like a rock and he pulls the bill of his cap a little lower, but he nods.]

Maybe bite-size you has a spare pair of shades you can borrow till yours turn up.

[Oh, wait, yeah, that'll probably take some explanation. He looks up a little from under his hat.]

Shit, it's gonna take all day to get you up to speed.

[brotimaeus]

[Sorry, Dave. I'm so fucking sorry.

He doesn't say it but there's a faint tightening of his grip on the kid. One of his eyebrows goes up, but he doesn't look that surprised.]

Yeah, I'm gettin' that impression. Startin' to wish I'd paid more attention to Rox.

[callbacks]

[He actually looks up for real at that.]

Roxy? As in Roxy Lalonde? Did you meet Mom already?

[Bro stop he is so confused.]

[brotimaeus]

Huh?

[Beta-Alpha timelineception.

Not even going to touch why you're referring to her as 'Mom'.]

Sure, kid. I've known Rose's mom for.. shit, I ain't sure how long. Never met her in person.