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What? No, I mean Greenland. Seriously, the whole world's on death's door and there's Greenland. Icy and healthy.

[ He sighs, frustrated, like he's had to suffer many games of this before. ]

I dunno, it gets boring here.

No, I definitely remember people yelling on the internet because Madagascar shut down everything.

[Davesprite, meanwhile, is operating on a totally different wavelength.]

Man, I forgot that was a thing. [Obviously, dude.]

Yeah well, Greenland was the same way. I think I had the Madagascar thing happen to me, too. I don't really remember.

[ He shrugs, shoulders rising up to his ears and falling, what with the way he's leaning on the bed. ]

It'd be better than hangman, anyway. Maybe we should come up with our own games or something. Pretty sure we've watched every movie the ship has, and I don't like reading, so.

At this point, I'd take a round of 52 Pickup every hour for twenty-four hours, if it meant I didn't have to spend another day orbiting this goddamn moon.

[He props his chin in one hand and picks the candy bar out of the sheets with the other.]

And I don't even get mood swings.

I don't know. Pretty sure that'd be boring enough to make me wolf out. Anger from months of boredom. [ He groans. ]

Dude we've been here more than a month. What're they trying to pull.

Yeah, it's been almost two.

[He tilts his head in his palm and glances at Isaac slantways.]

You're not gonna flip your shit again for good measure, are you.

No. I don't think so, anyway. I don't feel the same way, like it did when we arrived.

[ Isaac shrugs and flops back to lie on the floor. Sitting up is hard, okay? ]

I can still feel it, just. I don't know. Don't feel murderous or anything.

Well, that's good news. I wasn't looking forward to buying you a kennel. Or an elaborate lock system you couldn't fuck up with your uber strength.

[Which is probably an ironic statement coming from Davesprite.]

At the rate you were going, I was gonna have to stick you in a bank vault so you could go unsupervised for more than a few minutes at a time.

A kennel. You've got to be kidding me.

[ there is a flicker across his face at the mention of a bank vault, though. Something dark, but it's fleeting. ]

I don't really do small spaces. Sorry. Wouldn't work.

Oh, right. Sorry. I'd make it a big fucking vault, then.

[He lobs the candy at Isaac.]

[ he makes a noise of disapproval when the candy hits him in the stomach. doesn't mean he won't eat some though. ]

I had a friend die in one of those once. [ and this asshole says it like it doesn't matter, so off hand and with a mouthful of chocolate. ] But yeah, big alien bank vault should hold me back I guess.

[Davesprite raises his head, momentarily thrown off by the combination of what Isaac says and how he says it.

And then he frowns.]

Why do you do that.

What, not my fault you threw your candy at me. Can't give me food and expect me not to eat it.

[ he sits up and shrugs! popping another piece of candy into his mouth. he's both oblivious and avoidant. what a good friend. ]

Not that, jackass.

[Davesprite chucks a pillow at his face.]

I'm talking about the shit where you say the most shocking, dramatic thing possible and then pretend it didn't happen. It's not anywhere near as cool a thing to do as you probably think, even if you do try to salvage the situation with food. Like ok, you said something fucked up, but it's alright, you're just gonna derail the conversation with some sweet candy I so righteously provided.

[This is hypocritical coming from Davesprite, but he doesn't give a shit.]

[ Isaac raises his eyebrows, surprised by Davesprite's reaction. ]

Uh. It's just what happened. That's what bank vaults remind me of. I didn't really think about it. [ He does not often think about what he says before he speaks, and it rarely gets him any notice. He actually shifts awkwardly where he sits, looking uncomfortable. ]

I'll watch what I say. Sorry. It just kind of came out.

[Davesprite's expression flickers; he immediately dislikes it when Isaac apologizes to him. What is he? His fuckin' parent? Please, no.

The overall effect makes him look unsure, if still a little suspicious.]

I don't care that you said it. It's just kind of—you say a thing that's kind of a huge deal to most people and I don't know what kind of reaction you're looking for. If you want commiseration or whatever, you can have it, dude; I'm not gonna shortchange you on that. But most of the time it's like... I don't know. Is that supposed to make me feel shitty or something?

Whoa, no. I don't even——I don't say it to get anything or make you feel bad. I wouldn't do that. Uh.

[ Isaac shrugs, struggling to explain. The fact that Davesprite thinks he might be doing it to make him feel shitty, though, is the worst part of it. ]

I don't always think before I say things. [ Isaac is suddenly hyper aware of himself, the way he barged in here, the way he took candy from Davesprite, threw it at him, the way his friend spent days in what effectively was werewolf hell just to help him. God, he wants off this moon. Things have gotten so weird since they landed here, and Isaac feels like he might not have control over anything in his stupid space life anymore. It's horrifying.

Isaac shrugs, fidgets with the candy wrapper, looking down at it. ]

So, yeah, I'll try not to say that stuff.

Edited 2016-05-29 03:40 (UTC)

[Davesprite just stares at Isaac for several seconds, before he looks down at his hands.]

Um. Ok.

[And now he feels acutely embarrassed and guilty for reading too far into it. He has no idea if he's even remotely justified for being annoyed in the first place.]

It's not that big of a deal, dude. So. Don't worry about it too much.

I'll try though. Next time I say something stupid, I guess, you can steal more of my candy or something. Not that you don't already. [ Things got weird so fast. That seems to happen a lot, lately. He balls up the candy wrapper and throws it at Davesprite. ]

But you're right, a bank vault would probably hold me. But do aliens even use banks, dude? Like I'm not sure I've seen one the whole time. [ Not that he's exactly been looking, though. ]

Hey.

[It's half-hearted and he swats the wrapper down.]

But you are asking the wrong dude. I mean obviously they use banks after the way they shut down our funds back on that station, but I dunno. [He uses a shadow to chuck a plastic credit at Isaac, from his makeshift desk.] There's probably something.

[ Isaac jumps when the shadow throws the credit at him. He makes a face at Davesprite. ] Are you ever gonna stop doing that? Now that I know it's you doing it, you feathery asshole.

[ He lets out a huff and leans against the bed frame again, pouting that he doesn't have any weird powers of his own. Or so he thinks, because Davesprite may well feel a bit of a shock, a touch more present than simple static, as Isaac flops against the bed frame. ]

[Davesprite flinches away from the frame and glances back at it with a frown.]

That's the dumbest reason to quit fucking around with any power.

[The shadow tosses yet another credit at Isaac.]

I don't see you phoning it in with the werewolf gig, despite the fact I've known about it since day one.

[ Isaac makes a face when he has another credit thrown at him. But hey, free money. ]

Yeah well I can't always control the werewolf thing, but sure dude, it's the same. [ He throws one of the credits back at Davesprite, then rolls his eyes. ] I'll walk around wolfed out and tell everyone you're my best friend, that'll embarrass you. I'm pretty hot with three foreheads and some sideburns. Cool nails, too.

[ God there could not be more sarcasm here. ]

[He catches the credit and rolls his eyes right back, propping himself against the bed frame again.]

Poor you, looking like a Buffy reject only some of the time.

[Unlike Davesprite, who is a full-time bird employee. Always gotta be beeping.]

The embarrassment from such a declaration would be lethal for sure. Like a dagger to the heart and also probably some electrocution on the side.

[ What a beeping beeper. Isaac rolls his eyes at Davesprite. ]

You are so dramatic but it's true. You'd just drop, and no one would mourn you because of your hot werewolf friend. Too distracted by my good looks.

[ He flops back again, throwing the second credit up at Davesprite. ]

Edited (kill me now) 2016-06-05 04:40 (UTC)

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