And We Danced (Masquerade Overflow!)

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[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.]

[frigidaire]

Yeah. I like dances, but there was this cool rave I went to.

[ Nevermind the fact that weird ninjas showed up there, too, and made everything really awkward. ]

You put on glow paint and stuff.

[feathery]

[This is so far outside Davesprite's bizarre yet incredibly limited experience that he has no real idea what to make of it.]

Seriously? You sure you weren't an extra in a nightclub scene for some B-rated movie?

[frigidaire]

Definitely wasn't a movie. Could have been, though, because those weird ghost ninjas showed up that night. But the dancing was the best part.

[ What is his life. ]

[feathery]

[Isaac's life is (was?) a shitty urban fantasy TV show.]

They probably showed up 'cause they couldn't take your dancing anymore.

[frigidaire]

I probably dance better than you, anyway.

[ He shrugs his shoulders, sitting up a little straighter in his seat. ] I guess the wings would get in the way, huh?

[feathery]

[Davesprite arches an eyebrow at him, like really dude? Each wing is folded so the wrist sticks out between his shoulder and pocketed hand, and his primaries are slotted through the empty space between the bench back and seat on either side of him.

It does not exactly look comfortable.]

I can't even sit right anymore. Factoring in movement does seem like it might complicate things, yeah.

[Heavy is the sarcasm.]

[frigidaire]

Can't they just hang over the back of the bench or something? Not like I actually care, dude. There are so many of your feathers around the ship and in my room I don't even notice them anyway.

[ Isaac shrugs, because the way Davesprite is sitting currently does look pretty uncomfortable. ] I've had a wing to the face or the head enough now that it's like whatever, been there, done that.

[feathery]

Yeah, yeah.

[It's frustrating, sometimes, that his wings get in the way as much as they do.]

But I don't see you hanging your arms over the back of the bench. Not comfortably, anyway.

[It's effectively a (very skeptical) challenge that Davesprite's expression matches.]

[frigidaire]

[ Isaac sees the challenge for what it is and moves to rest his arms behind the bench. It's not the most comfortable thing, but. ]

Mm. Still probably better than sitting with my arms all trapped an scrunched up, so.

[ he keeps his arms back there for emphasis. It's easier, too, because he's tall enough the bench back doesn't reach his armpits or shoulders. ] So. [ He'll just throw the challenge right back. ]