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[seasidelove]

Who: Wonderducks and their visitors!
Broadcast: None!
Action: The Wonderduck
When: RIGHT NOW

[Alright guys! What are you up to this month? Hopefully having fun. And ignoring whatever disaster is going on in the kitchen because they've gotta make due somehow.]

Comments

[frigidaire]

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.

[feathery]

[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.

[frigidaire]

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.

[feathery]

[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.]

yes.

[frigidaire]

[ 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. ]

[feathery]

[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?

[frigidaire]

[ 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. ]

[feathery]

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!

[frigidaire]

[ 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. ]

[feathery]

[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.]

[frigidaire]

[ 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.

[feathery]

[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.

[frigidaire]

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.

[feathery]

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.

[frigidaire]

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.

[feathery]

[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.

[frigidaire]

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?

[feathery]

[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.]

[frigidaire]

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.

[feathery]

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.

[frigidaire]

You look worse.

[ he shrugs, tilting his head a little to try and peer over at the picture that has popped out. ]

Seriously, you want me to try? [ he deadpans, staring at Davesprite for a few seconds before he tries to swipe it again. god they're fucking bored. ]

[feathery]

[This is over fifty comments of two legal adults fighting over an instant camera.

Davesprite tries to push Isaac away by the face this time, holding the camera away with his other hand.]

You suck at this.

[That isn't provoking in the least!]

plz hold phone tagging issues

[frigidaire]

[ It is, and one day people will earn to end threads. This is not that day.

Isaac makes a noise of irritation when he's pushed away by the face. Seriously, who does that? ( Him, he does that). ]

You're just an asshole. [ He shoves Davesprite's hand away and lunges for the camera. It's not quite far enough to fall over him and make a pile of awkward man children again, but it's close. When he doesn't reach it this time, either, he lets out a huff. ] I don't want to break it, so I'll let you win for now. [ read: He cannot get it so he's just going to pout. ]

nice

[feathery]

[And Davesprite smugly sits back in his chair.]

Yeah, I'm sure that's exactly it. You're worried about the camera.

[He flips the last photo he took at Isaac, so it lands in his lap.]

It's got nothing to do at all with the fact you failed twice in a row to snatch the thing.

[He is. So smug. The smuggest. It's insufferable.]

[frigidaire]

Uh, yeah I am. I don't really have the credits to replace that thing if it breaks.

[ What with the freeze and then trying to get by on the station? Yeah, no.

Isaac was going to let it go, but something about Davesprite's tone grates on him. Something about the confidence, smugness of it. What an asshole. And without even thinking about it, the reaction almost knee-jerk in nature, he flings himself out of his chair and at Davesprite, sending them backward, in his attempt to get the camera.

If he does get it this time, he's getting up and he's running ]