driftfleet | duck tales, oo-ooh!

Right, so you're supposed to be stuck halfway in a door, whatever, you do what you want.

[ because Isaac could sit and watch him flail like this for days it's so funny. in fact, he's trying not to laugh right now, honestly. ] No one's going to show up and tell me to go away. Maybe Jade, but I think she'd get popcorn and join me. Could be fun to watch.

[ he drops his hand back down, stuffing both into pockets. ] Yes, yes we've established the fact that you're stuck in a door. But go on, stay there. Be our loyal watchbird.

[Davesprite flips him the bird. He can tell what you're thinking, Isaac, it's written all over your goddamn face!!!]

Come here, dude. I'm going to fucking sneeze in your face.

[Like it would do anything when Isaac is already sick. But it would still be gross, at least.]

Yeah, let me just do that.

[ seriously, do you think he's stupid, Davesprite? Isaac finally throws up his hands in defeat. ] Fine, stay there, I was going to try to help, but you seem pretty cozy.

[ and isaac is the one to actually sneeze, burying his face into his elbow, but he almost looks a touch hairier than he did before, his teeth a bit sharper... and then it fades away. ]

Shit.

[Davesprite would have left out what he was going to do if he thought Isaac would actually fall for it, tbh.

He's about to protest Isaac leaving him to the door's fickle whims when the dude sneezes and he leans back well as he can. Which isn't very well at all, since this is kind of fucking up his ability to breathe. If he needs to breathe. Who knows how much of that is necessity or psychological.]

Gross. You got wolf boogers hanging out of your nose. [Does he really, tho. Or is Davesprite just being an asshole?]

[ it is safe to assume Davesprite is always being an asshole so Isaac just rolls his eyes. ]

Nah, I'm good but thanks for worrying about my nose. You should worry less about me and more about how you're stuck in a door. I wonder if I can find your other half. Not your better half but it'd be more appropriate. You're an ass after all.

[ again, another shrug and he takes a few steps closer to the door to examine his friend. ] How'd you do that anyway?

Leave my ass out of this.

[He braces both hands against the door in yet another futile attempt to escape, sneezes, and leaves a small scrawl of graffiti on the nearest surface. This could possibly be Isaac's clothes.]

I don't fucking know, dude. If I did, I'd be able to get back out. Or at least I'd give up on the shit solutions that clearly aren't going to give me results. Usually I can do the ghost trick just fine.

[ Isaac lets out a yelp when the scrawl of graffiti burns its way into his jumpsuit. ] What the hell?

[ but no, really, what did he do? just by sneezing? Isaac growls more out of instinct than anything and leans back against the wall. whoops, feeling a little dizzy. ]

I can rip the door off the hinges? I mean you'd carry around the door but at least you'd not be stuck.

[Davesprite gives him a look. It's not quite horrified, but he is judging, even with the sunglasses. Like god, is anyone ready for that brand of mortification?]

Great idea, then we can shell out for repairs. I dunno if it would work anyway; you ever notice you can't really fuck up the shi— [He cuts off midword, back of his wrist to his nose as he stifles another sneeze.]

Ugh. You're welcome for that, by the way. [He gestures half-assedly towards the graffiti.]

Better to shell out for repairs than to let you sit here for weeks as the ship's squawking security system. Seriously no one wants to hea--

[ a sneeze. he shudders, looking miserable and leans back against the wall. ] It's your fault I have this cold. [ probably not true, but he'll pretend like it is anyway. ]

You owe me a jumpsuit. So until then, I'll take... [ and he might very well steal Davesprite's sunglasses right off his face. ] these. [ he turns them in his hand a moment then looks back up at the birdsprite. he wrinkles his nose and frowns before putting the sunglasses back on him, but upside down. he's an asshole, okay. ] Never mind, you seriously need those.

[There's a second where Davesprite straight up doesn't comprehend what happened and then he takes a frantic swipe at the sunglasses, trying to get them back. He lurches uncomfortably in the wall, but from the look on his face it's pretty transparent he would jump Isaac right here and now over a pair of fuckin' aviators.]

Isaac— [Or no, wait. Fuck. His hands scramble for the upside-down lenses and he jams them back on his face, properly. It's quick, almost violent.

He doesn't look up, just holds the frames to his head as he tries to calm down.]

Shit, don't do that. [Did Davesprite just overreact over a pair of sunglasses? Davesprite just overreacted over a pair of sunglasses.]

Whoa, jeez, calm down.

[ he hold his hands up in surrender, not sure whether to apologize now or later but it's clear in the way Davesprite moves and speaks that touching those glasses is not kosher. ]

I was joking. I won't do it again. [ he sounds exasperated and stuffy, a cross between apologetic and fucking miserable because it sounds like he's screaming into his own ears he's so stopped up. ]

Hey, Bird Dave, seriously... just breathe or something. [ not that he is any good at this calming people down thing. he can hardly control himself when he gets to that point. so he tentatively reaches out to touch his shoulder, maybe even grip it if he doesn't get the shit beaten out of him first. ]

[He flinches a little when Isaac touches his shoulder, but that's it. He's tense to the point of near invisible jitters and there's a moment of silence as he takes a shuddering breath.]

Ok. Shit, ok. I'm good.

[He forces himself to lower his hands and take slow, steadying breaths. Between being a flighty asshole, sick, and trapped in a fucking door, Davesprite doesn't have it in him to keep from flipping out, illogical as it is. It'll piss off the more rational part of his brain, the part that knows he would have just been annoyed (at most) a couple years ago. After it comes back, anyway.]

I'm fine. [He holds out his hands, then folds them back up and sticks them under his arms. They're shaking.] Jesus christ.

Yeah, you keep telling yourself that.

[ but whether the guy flinches or not, he keeps his hand on his shoulder, squeezing once. ]

Won't do it again, okay? Shit. [ he runs his free hand over his face, because he's probably feverish and his head feels like it might explode any second, but whatever. he has a friend in need here, okay. ]

Let's focus on getting you out of the door, okay? [ but he's pretty sure Davesprite's hands are shaking and so he reaches for the other shoulder, giving the ridiculous birdsprite a small shake. ] Hey. Focus, okay? [ tough love, sorry ]

[It startles him enough that he looks up at Isaac, and then promptly back down. Christ. When can Davesprite die and rot in a grave, because he's starting to think now would be a great time for it. Any lingering panic is quickly being swallowed by embarrassment.]

I'm focusing. I'm focused. God.

[He rubs at his face with his hands.]

...Sorry. [He gives his head a slight shake and makes an effort to sound normal.] That was fucking dumb.

[ Isaac almost feels secondhand embarrassment for him, because he's been in that position before and no matter how you spin it, it always sucks. he keeps his hands on Davesprite's shoulders until he seems to calm a little, only then does he shove his hands back into his pockets and take a step back. ]

Whatever, I've done more dumb things than that. [ he shrugs, looking up and down the hall, almost as if checking if anyone saw. let them make fun of Davesprite's breakdown over sunglasses, he will shut them up. ]

At this point I think ripping the door off its hinges might be our only option... [ he wanders to look at the door itself, half swatting one of Davesprite's wings out of the way. ] Dude, these are so inconvenient. [ he says as he practically turns and gets a face full of feathers. ]

[Davesprite gives him what more or less amounts to a dirty look, only unaccompanied by retaliatory swatting because he's at too inconvenient an angle and not because he's, y'know, legally an adult.]

Is lugging around a door going to be any better. [It's half to himself, half to Isaac. He rubs at his nose; he can feel another sneeze coming on. Ugh.]

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