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[And Davesprite reflexively puts up a hand to block his face.]

I don't even use the flash half the time. You're being an oversensitive douche.

[He reaches out to grab the picture.]

[ Isaac swipes at the picture, but too late. Bird Dave wins again. ]

Dude. [ he'll just snap another one annoyingly close to Davesprite's face. ] What do you even do with these pictures? You don't have some weird shrine or something in your room, do you?

[Davesprite holds the picture up between him and the camera's flash, too late to stop it from going off in his face.]

Hey. [Again, he reaches for the camera. Just. Extra blindly this time.]

That doesn't even make sense. You just saw my room yesterday.

Yeah but you hide stuff, don't you? I mean it's like the time I sat down and almost impaled myself because you like to hide sharp swords under your blankets and stuff. You and Octavia need to work on that.

[ no, really. swords in beds, knives falling out of linen cupboards. sharp things hidden in soft places? no. no, no, no. ]

So, I don't know with you, Birdman.

That's practical storage.

[Ok, but for real, the camera. He blinks the spots out of his eyes and grabs for it again.]

Come on. What are you even going to do with it, hawk your nonexistent sick photo skills on the street?

Right, whatever, I heal it's not like it's a big deal. But you know. Uh. Pain? Pain sucks.

[ but whatever, he's just gonna pull it out of Davesprite's reach again if he can, but he's slower on the uptake this time. ]

Yeah, better than having this thing shoved in my face at every corner.

[And Davesprite keeps reaching. And reaching. There's probably a wing in Isaac's face as he keeps reaching. That, or Davesprite's other hand for balance. Probably his hand, tbh.]

I'm going to buy another and hand out free copies of your face to everyone I meet at the next planet. Or wherever the fuck they send us.

Yeah and you'll send everyone screaming, good luck with that.

[ no, really, he's just gonna swat at the wing, maybe even lightly push at Davesprite's face. but unfortunately for Isaac, he leans back in his chair to avoid his friend, that it just results in him falling backward. yet again.

what is his life. ]

Still not getting your camera, birdboy.

[Oh my god, Isaac. Davesprite's center of balance is too fucked up by his grab for the camera; thus, Isaac's graceful backwards flip takes birdboy down with him.]

Shit.

[Davesprite, at least, doesn't fall all the way, scuffing his hands, and quite possibly socks Isaac in the face. By accident! It's hard to feel very sorry when he can see the camera and decides he's gonna scramble over his pal for it.]

Edited (no) 2016-03-26 07:27 (UTC)

[ Isaac expects the fall, expects the impact, but does not expect the hit to the face. he flails a moment, both in the after-effects of the fall and the sudden pain in his nose (which might have been fractured? it's healing now, and loudly). ]

What the hell are you doing?

[ he can't even really move when his best space friend is crawling over him for the camera. but that doesn't change the fact that Isaac wants the camera, too, and so he reaches up, shoving at Davesprite's chest from beneath him. and if he gets any clearance, he's gonna reach for the camera instead.

adults, ladies and gentlemen. they are right here. ]

[Davesprite lets out an undignified oof when Isaac hits him in the chest, but keeps stretching over him for the camera. He yanks at the arm in his way; if Davesprite can't grab the offending object that started this mess, he isn't going to let Isaac have it. :| That's just simple math.]

What the hell are you doing?

[ he doesn't actually expect Davesprite to fight that much, but here they are. he tries to push his arm back out, but for the sake of a camera? it would mean far fewer pictures of him in various surprised states floating about in space, but.

he struggles and even reaches to push Davesprite away by his forehead, his cheek, who knows. anything but the shades, that's almost written into his subconscious now. ]

Trying to get the camera.

[ he's very eloquent. ]

Ow.

[Ok, that just makes Davesprite shove his own hand blindly in Isaac's face, trying to get him to stop. No compunctions about sunglasses here, bro!]

Fuckin' quit that!

[ Isaac sputters in surprise the moment the hand hits his face. which just means Davesprite's going to have a mildly spitty hand. ]

Dude, you quit! [ he tries to push himself up a little bit, but likely only ends up elbowing Davesprite in the side. ]

[Ewwwwww.

Davesprite doesn't dignify that with a response, just elbows Isaac back and grabs at his wrists so he can't do it again.

They are scuffling like a pair of six-year-olds on a playground.]

[ finally, after much flailing and too many painful elbows to the side? Isaac goes still. ]

I quit, this is stupid. [ he might even sound like a pouting six year old, but he's a little winded, okay. and admitted defeat is pretty dumb. ] Get off of me and get your camera already.

[Fucking incredible. lbr, most of Davesprite's friends are too stubborn to admit defeat. Or...get into a situation this ridiculous in the first place, but hey. You win some, you lose some.

Davesprite gladly grabs the camera and rolls away with his prize, giving Isaac a suspicious berth like he might grab it back or jump him after a ceasefire has been agreed upon.]

Just remember. In the game of stupid ass shenanigans, you're the one who started it.

No, you did. Kept taking pictures. Who does that?

[ he pushes himself up to sit with his feet tucked under him. ] Chill. I don't want you camera, bird boy. You might peck my eyes out or something.

Should have considered that before you tried to steal it from me.

[He flops back in his chair, wings half open so they drape over the sides, and holds the camera up to check for damage.]

You come in here for a reason, dude.

No, but I kind of live here, so. Does it matter why I came.

[ he shrugs, standing finally and giving a stretch. he's definitely awake now. ] You just hanging by yourself playing with your camera then? Exciting day for bird man.

[Davesprite raises his eyebrows at that first part, staring at Isaac over the camera. Like really. Did you really just say that to him, bro?]

You can't even talk, you just spent the whole fucking day sleeping. I'd say you're becoming nocturnal, but there's not exactly a difference between day and night in space.

Edited 2016-03-29 15:43 (UTC)

Yeah but you never sleep, so you don't appreciate good sleep.

[ and Isaac was tired, okay, so he decided to sleep his little woof heart away. fight him, bro. ]

Why, what're you doing here? Taking pictures of yourself?

[He rolls his eyes and gives Isaac an accusing look.]

I don't sleep because everyone constantly decides my bed is a better place to sleep than their own.

[Really, if it isn't one canine-themed bff, it's another.]

And what does it look like I'm doing. [He snaps another picture of Isaac just to be annoying.]

Hey, it's not like you ever use it.

[ Isaac makes a face this time when the picture is snapped, akin to this. ]

I'll take that thing away again, seriously.

You look like a dumbshit.

[Davesprite tilts his head, unimpressed, at the picture.]

But sure. [He waves the camera.] Go ahead and try it. Again.

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