And We Danced (Masquerade Overflow!)

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[feathery]

[How dare Isaac pull that one on Davesprite. He makes a face, but doesn't argue with him.]

Come on, it couldn't have been that bad. You were texting really slow; I figured you just fell asleep.

[frigidaire]

You would have started rapping or asking me if I was awake. I've seen those messages before. This wasn't that.

[ He shrugs and walks along, looking at one of the vines of space ivy in the place that has covered an entire wall. ]

[feathery]

You interrupted me before I could get that far. I had a specific train of thought going; you know how it is.

[Or. Maybe he doesn't?]

Right?

[Right?]

Where you get going on a topic and gotta stick to it until you've run its bullshit course.

[frigidaire]

Uh, well. Pretty sure you went from bringing me food to like, dances, to being around people, to ghost butts. That's about all I got out of that. So sure, one train of thought.

[ He doesn't believe you, Davesprite. ]

Did you fall and hit your head or something?

[feathery]

No.

[He doesn't like being put on the spot, especially when he's not sure what to say.]

I don't know, man. I didn't mean to make it weird.

[frigidaire]

Oh, okay, cool.

[ Isaac shrugs, like that's all he was worried about. Davesprite cracking his head and losing it a little bit? He's safe? Oh, cool. Even though that's not really why he came at all. He shrugs. ]

Thought you tried to bust a move or something and failed. Really badly.

[feathery]

[He just looks malcontent at that.]

Thanks for having so much faith in me.

[He's quiet for a couple minutes after that, as they wander into the next room of the conservatory. Some manner of alien critter walks across their path and he stops to to let it pass, watching it.]

Hey, so.

[He rubs at one side of his nose with a thumb. Wow, great topic opening.]

How normal was your life before all of this.

[frigidaire]

[ Isaac doesn't like the closeness of this place, even with all of its fauna and 'fresh' air. There are a lot of people, a lot of plants, and the ceilings feel a little closer in every room they go into. He's beginning to regret coming down, really, but Davesprite seemed like he needed a little help. And as of late, it'd be pretty shitty if he didn't show up.

The question, though, blindsides him. ]

What? Uh, I mean, what do you call 'normal', cause in case you forgot, I'm a teenage werewolf. [ He shrugs. ] So life's pretty messed up sometimes.

[feathery]

I know. But I mean you went to school and stuff. Did like. Normal teenager shit.

[If Davesprite has a point to this line of questioning, it doesn't readily present itself. (To be perfectly honest, he's not sure there is a point.)]

And you weren't always a werewolf.

[frigidaire]

I dunno if it was normal. Before the werewolf stuff, I guess. I went to high school, played on a sports team. I had to work at my dad's graveyard overnight though. Dig new graves or fill in other ones, you know.

[ He shrugs a little. That seems like such a long time ago, really. It makes his lips tick down in a tiny frown. ] Had to get good grades and do all of my homework or I'd get punished, so I guess that was normal. Except the freezer part.

[feathery]

[Hold up. Davesprite blinks and turns to Isaac.]

Your dad owned a graveyard?

[How has this never come up before.]

[frigidaire]

Well, he ran it anyway. Didn't own it I guess but it felt like it.

[ Isaac shrugs like it's nothing. It's not weird to him, since he had to work there so often for his dad. It was an easy way to make money, but it wasn't his favorite job in the world. ]

Kept me busy anyway. Got to use the tractors and stuff.

[feathery]

Shit. I never even got my driver's license.

[He frowns a little, hands jammed in his pockets and shoulders drawn up.]

It just...gets to me sometimes, I guess. Kinda sick of it, if you want to be real.

[frigidaire]

Yeah, I guess that would suck. What did you do instead of... well, the normal stuff?

[ He knows some of it, of course, a little about his brother and some of the things in passing -- like in those frantic texts. ]

I guess just sitting around here makes it even worse then. It's a little like normal here, sort of.

[feathery]

[His shoulders slump and he flops onto one of the benches.]

Honestly, I don't know if I want to get into it.

[Or if he should.]

cause im taggin up a storm

[frigidaire]

[ Isaac almost walks past him, but returns to sit on the bench next to him. He rests his elbows on his knees. ]

You don't have to. I mean, it's up to you.

[ He shrugs and shifts again, slouching down into his seat, legs sticking out farther than usual. ] I just wanna get off this moon.

[feathery]

[Ok, that at least stalls the pity party so Davesprite can give Isaac a look. You know, the kind with one arched eyebrow that radiates skepticism.]

Maybe if someone didn't get the fuckin' munchies, he wouldn't be on the moon.

[frigidaire]

I can't help I got hungry, okay, and that you were slow on the delivery. A teenage werewolf's gotta eat.

[ What he wouldn't do for some Cap'n Crunch right now. ]

[feathery]

Hey, you knew it was gonna be a while. It's not like I was gonna walk out. Jade would have fucking known right away, for one.

[Spacey powers, man. They're a fucking trip.]

[frigidaire]

Yeah, I did, so I came here. I can't control how slow you are, but I can control this, so.

[ Isaac shrugs, though he's already regretting coming down, in some ways. The moon is pretty terrible and he doesn't feel very well at all. ]

Jade could have brought me food, too, though. Double the food.

[feathery]

[Davesprite just settles back in his seat, wings awkwardly folded up under his arms so they're not too in the way.]

Well, now you got ample time to ask her and don some wolfburns while you're at it.

[It's very dry.]

[frigidaire]

I can leave, you know.

[ It's a bit more heated than it should be. But yeah, talking about his inevitable transformation is exactly what he needs right now. ]

She'd make me dance anyway, and I don't feel like it.

[feathery]

[Davesprite winces a little, but doesn't argue. For real; if Isaac wants to leave, he should probably leave.]

Ok, now you have to go find her. You trying to dance has got to be fucking hilarious.

[And it is, but that doesn't change the fact that Isaac has more dancing experience than Davesprite.]

[frigidaire]

No, I think I'm good.

[ He seems to settle again, the momentary flare of irritation dying down. ] It's too bright to dance. You need like, glow sticks and stuff.

[feathery]

[Davesprite laughs, two notes, before he realizes—]

Oh. You're serious. Is that why you had glow sticks in your brain room?

[That is strangely hilarious.]