Sweet dreams are made of these...

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A Abigail Hobbs Aiya/Gray Nightingale Adrasteius Anor'thalion Ahsoka Tano Alex Russo Allen Walker Anders Anthony Crowley Asteffiel Axel

B - D Belthazar Spellscry Beverly Crusher Bran Stark Caesar Zeppeli Cayde-6 Cheese Sandwich Clay Terran Coil Cole Davesprite Duke Pantarei

E - I Elecman.exe Elena Gilbert Elize Lutus Felix Harrowgate Fenris Finrod Haruka Tenoh/Sailor Uranus Imperator Furiosa Isabela Issac Lahey

J - M Jade Harley James Barnes/Jim James Barnes/Winter Joseph Joestar Katara Katniss Everdeen/Nova Kirito/Kazuto Kirigaya Kurt Wagner Leanne Loki Maladict(a) Max Caulfield Megaman Mordin Solus

Comments

[feathery]

It's your head, dude.

[But Davesprite takes the box, head tilting as he cracks open the lid.]

But if it's only what I'm saying that is dramatic, I can rest easy making gratuitous hyperbole.

[His eyes flick up to Isaac, which is really only obvious from the way his head moves.] And I guess that's true. It's a French sports game, am I right.

[frigidaire]

Whatever, it smells good and it's warm so.

[ he shrugs. ] Just because it's my head doesn't make it trustworthy either. Sorry, did you miss the whole psycho freezer part?

[ Isaac looks up at Davesprite slowly, a mixture of some offense and concern in his expression. seriously, who doesn't know lacrosse? ] Yeah, I guess it might have started that way but it's not French. It's like field hockey but the sticks have nets.

[feathery]

[He wavers a little, before he glances away and back.]

Doesn't mean you're psycho. [He shrugs in return.]

But ok, so it's French field hockey. [Davesprite, stop.] Do you wear rollerblades, too. [(－‸ლ)]

[frigidaire]

Rollerblades?

[ there's no hiding the 'what a dumbass' sort of look his expression carries, all raised eyebrows and incredulously gaping mouth. ]

It's played in a field. Wheels and grass don't exactly go together. What planet are you from?

[feathery]

[It's one thing to get this kind of sass from Rose; he's used to it from Rose. He lived for over four months in a dead session with Rose and she's his near-twin sister. But for some reason, from Isaac, a dude he knows better from a world he doesn't even remember, it reminds Davesprite just how fucking clueless he is about the most basic shit in life.]

A dead one. [The snark doesn't really hide the embarrassment.] Don't go dissing on my people just 'cause we're believers in keeping all our forms of hockey on skates.

[frigidaire]

Whatever, you can have your hockey how you want it. But this is lacrosse. It's on a field, with cleats and sticks with nets. We use a ball, too, not a puck.

[ this is a sport he plays, and plays quite well, so to have someone diss it even in the most inane way is annoying. but not entirely, he's more in a state of shock that someone does not know what it is. ]

But whatever you say.

[feathery]

[The look Davesprite gives him is blank and it's pretty obvious it's less obfuscation and more him just plain not comprehending what the fuck Isaac is saying. Sure, he knows what all those words mean and he can figure out how they fit together—sort of—but he has no concept of sports rules beyond "pile squad" and "the big man" and "overpaid beefcakes".

So there's a long pause before he gives up.]

Yeah, I can't metaphor my way out of this one. How comparable is this to regular hockey. Do they stick you in the box when you get too many red cards. Deport you when the green one expires?

[frigidaire]

It's kind of like hockey. There's a face-off in the beginning nad you can get penalties but, that's about where it ends. The whole not on ice part is a big deal.

[ he shrugs, giving this guy a pretty distinct look. ] Glad you're taking this seriously. Lacrosse is a pretty serious game you know.

[ except not at all, not for him. ] You can tackle people, sort of. Not supposed to, but I've done it.

[feathery]

Yeah, dudes pulverizing other dudes' torsos on the green can only mean serious fucking business.

[Now he's talking about it like it's football mixed with golf. Although the "face-off" mention reminds him of that bodyswap movie with John Travolta and Nicolas Cage and he arches an eyebrow a little at the thought.]

I'm not seeing how you can only "sort of" tackle people. You either can or you can't.

[frigidaire]

I mean, it's not like we do that often. There was this lizard and a creepy old dude chasing us, so.

[ he'll leave it at that for now, like it's no big deal. the Kanima, Gerard... too many things to worry about. he shrugs a little. ]

The green means golf. It's the field in lacrosse. But you can't like... clothesline them. You can knock them over but you can't just... grab them by the legs and hold onto them or grab their arms and stuff. You're not really supposed to do that.

[feathery]

[Davesprite puts a hold on the sports, since he's only partially following them anyway.]

You got chased by a creepy old dude.

[He gives Isaac a look. Like. Please. Elaborate on this hella suspect creepy old dude.]

[frigidaire]

He was a hunter or something. He had a pretty big samurai sword he liked to swing around, and pretty sure he was trying to kill us all but it's fine, he's dead now. Or close enough.

[ a shrug. seriously, they had far worse problems than an overzealous werewolf hunter. ]

[feathery]

[BROADSWORD, ISAAC. IT WAS A BROADSWORD. But Davesprite doesn't know that, so he just pictures an odachi or something similar. He is suitably perplexed and looks it to boot.]

That only makes a little more sense than your sports, but ok. That's some teen lit shit, between werewolves and high school and old man murderers. Your vampires don't sparkle, do they.

[frigidaire]

[ whatever kind of sword it was, Isaac knows it was sharp and could cut people in half, so... still pretty lethal. ]

It makes more sense than the sports, but it's weird. We don't have vampires, though -- I mean I haven't met any. I bet there are some, but no. No sparkling. Bad enough those stupid books give werewolves bad reps. I mean did you read that last one?

[feathery]

[Davesprite arches an eyebrow at him. Lookin' at you in a whole new light, Isaac.]

Did you?

[frigidaire]

What? No.

[ maybe. ]

I heard about it. The internet, you know.

[feathery]

Uh huh.

[He sounds suspiciously like a nonbeliever, but doesn't push the issue. tbh, he doesn't really care, but he'll stash the fact if it means he can give Isaac shit about it later.]

Well, enlighten me. What goes down in the last book that shits on werewolves so bad. Like pop culture and terrible hairdos haven't already done a number on you guys.

[frigidaire]

Pretty sure there's like a pedophile werewolf who "bonds" with this baby because it's the kid of the girl he loved and lost to the sparkly vampire. Seriously, it gets weird.

[ but that's just what the internet has told him, and all of the people at school. if he has to hear one more girl slobbering over Edward Cullen he might have to hurt something. ]

[feathery]

[Davesprite stares at him.]

A pedophile werewolf. Really. No one dismembers him? Or is he some kind of unkillable freak who gets murdered and resurrected through a fucked up pedo ritual. Does the object of his grody affections bring him back out of some misplaced sense of duty. Or. Christ, I don't know. These books are fucking dark.

[frigidaire]

Wow. You really let your imagination go wild, didn't you?

[ sorry, Isaac's the one doing the staring now. ]

[feathery]

[He rolls his eyes a little.]

Unlike some people, I didn't read the books.

[frigidaire]

Unlike some people, I'm not making someone's brain box a nightmare, so.

[ a sort of 'what bro' tilt of the head. ] Seriously that mexican smells disgusting.

[feathery]

Yeah, yeah.

[He pops open the lid of the box and presents it to Isaac, like well?]

You're the one making it stink the place up. You want it?

[frigidaire]

No.

[ and because magical brain box powers, he makes that awful takeout go away. ]

But now I wish this ship had more than gel and powder.

[feathery]

Seriously. What I wouldn't give for a fuckin' pizza. I haven't had pizza in months.

[Asgard had great pizza, ok. And it was awesome not having to constantly run to an alchemiter or hide non-perishables in his closet when he wanted a snack. Oh god, he's starting to sound nostalgic.]