duck tales, oo-ooh!

[frigidaire]

Who: Crew & Visitors of the Wonderduck
Action: The Wonderduck
When: a mingle for the month of January!

[ come one, come all, crew members and visitors alike. come play terrible rec-room games or eat awful, overly processed food! or just mingle! ]

Comments

[frigidaire]

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. ]

[feathery]

[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.

[frigidaire]

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 ]

[feathery]

[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.

[frigidaire]

[ 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. ]

[feathery]

[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.]