[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.]

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[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. :( ]

[brotimaeus]

Huh? Nah, man, you don't have to do that.

[He plucks the paper back out of his little bro's hand, and shoves it back into his pocket. One thumb rubs at the bridge of his nose, where there's still a faint mark where his shades would normally be resting.]

I mean, unless you want to.

[cawmemaybe]

I just figured you'd wanna room with Dave, so.

[ He shrugs to show his indifference, but on the inside, he's probably hoping for otherwise. It also bothers him a little that Bro isn't wearing shades, mostly because it just reminds of him that day but alas.

The world barely caters to what he wants. ]

[brotimaeus]

[Bro hooks his thumbs through his belt loops and shrugs as well.]

I am roomin' with Dave, little bro. Just ain't the one I might have expected.

[It's bothering Bro just as much that he doesn't have his shades on, but he'll find some way to fix that as soon as he has his bearings.]

[cawmemaybe]

[ Not the one he might have expected. Okay. ]

Maybe there's an anime glasses shop around here. Could be carrying an extra pair of your shades.

[brotimaeus]

[Excuse his phrasing. He never expected to see you again, kid, never mind here.]

I ain't gonna hold my breath for that.

[His eyes narrow slightly, and he drops his hand back down to his side, draws in a breath, then ruffles Dave's hair.]

You should be gettin' off to school, unless you're after spending some time with me.

[cawmemaybe]

Yeah. Okay. [ He gestures forward with a jerk of his head. ] Housing's down that way. It'd be real hard to miss it.

[ Every bone and nerve in his body is protesting the fact that he's turning away, heading for school. But it doesn't feel right to him to stay with Bro. Dave gets first dibs and shit, y'know. ]

Later, I guess.

[brotimaeus]

Right, yeah.

[And he doesn't want Dave to leave, but..

Bro squints slightly in the direction of the school, then puts his arm around the boy's shoulders.]

How much trouble you gonna get into if you ditch?

[cawmemaybe]

[ If Davesprite wasn't a Strider, it would be easy enough to spot the fact that he just perked the fuck up. But then again, this is Bro. He can probably already tell anyway. ]

They wouldn't even know that I was missing.

[ Translation: let's go come on. ]

[brotimaeus]

[Just what he wanted to hear. Bro grins, and it goes right the way up to his eyes as he lightly steers Davesprite back around and away from the school.

Hell, if he can spend some time with the kid then he's going to.]