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[forsometimenow]

Who: The crew of the Wonderduck and any visitors
Broadcast: N/A
Action: SS Wonderduck
When: The latter half of May

[IT'S A MINGLE, SWEET DUCKS. What're you all up to?]

Comments

[feathery]

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.

[frigidaire]

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.

[feathery]

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.

[frigidaire]

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.

[feathery]

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

[He lobs the candy at Isaac.]

[frigidaire]

[ 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.

[feathery]

[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.

[frigidaire]

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. ]

[feathery]

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.]

[frigidaire]

[ 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.

[feathery]

[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?

[frigidaire]

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.

[feathery]

[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.

[frigidaire]

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. ]

[feathery]

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.

[frigidaire]

[ 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. ]

[feathery]

[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.

[frigidaire]

[ 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. ]

[feathery]

[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.

i wanna be where the people are...

[frigidaire]

[ 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. ]

smh

[feathery]

I'm pretty sure those words you just said don't actually mean anything.

[He catches the credit again.]

Like they're all real words and separately they have meaning, but strung together it's just fucking nonsensical.

rude.

[frigidaire]

You're the one that doesn't make sense sometimes. I mean, you say things sometimes and it literally just sounds like words. Sometimes not even that.

[ Isaac leans onto the bed again, head resting on his folded arms. ]

I'm sorry you can't be a Buffy knock-off werewolf or something. I know you're heart broken.

[feathery]

Obviously. I already said it was like a dagger to the heart. Or was that you telling people you're my best friend. Same difference.

[Davesprite is so rude. ]

I'll trade you the wings for a day and you can see how you like lugging them around.

[frigidaire]

Wow, yeah, I'm glad we're friends, too, dude. [ Isaac doesn't even act offended, doesn't even sound bothered, he just sounds so bored. ]

I think I'll pass, but wings do seem pretty cool. At least you can fly.

[ But he knows the downsides already -- he's watched Davesprite try to sit in a normal chair. No less Isaac's been hit in the face by them on accident a good number of times. (Read: all the time). ]

[feathery]

We've been over this before. The wings have got nothing to do with whether I can fly or not. They're just kinda...there.

[He sighs at the ceiling, before he sits up.]

Though between the whole face thing and you getting locked up for three days, I gotta pass on the werewolf thing in good conscience.