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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]

[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.

[frigidaire]

Yeah, I know, but you could still use them to fly if you had to. That's what wings do.

[ Isaac rolls his eyes, shrugs his shoulders. He considers Davesprite, and for once looks a little sheepish. ]

Thanks, though. I mean -- again. Pretty cool of you to do that for me.

[feathery]

[Isaac gets a Look—does he think penguins and ostriches fly with their wings?—but Davesprite doesn't actually care so he lets it go. He frowns a little, just a small downward tick at the corners of his mouth, and shrugs back.]

Well, I mean—what else was I gonna do. You needed someone to keep an eye out for any velociraptor behavior rearing up in your wolfy shenanigans. Left to your own devices, you could have figured out how to open doors.

[frigidaire]

[ Isaac might actually think those birds fly with their wings just fine. He's not the most intuitive kid in the whole world, after all. ]

I'm a werewolf, not a velociraptor. They're pretty different, I think. I mean unless all of science is just wrong. [ He snorts though. ] I wouldn't have bothered learning to open the doors. I'd probably just kick them down or something. Maybe. I don't actually know.

[feathery]

Dude, you are being way too literal right now. That's like half the point. That you kept trying to kick down doors.

[He doesn't sound fazed at all by this, though, and boredly tosses both credits back at Isaac in succession.]

[frigidaire]

Oh.

[ Isaac should look more surprised, but he doesn't. He catches the credits instead. ]

I mean, I do break down doors pretty well. Sometimes. It kind of depends. It works sometimes and sometimes it really doesn't. Like, got stuck in a broom closet once and couldn't get that door open at all.

[feathery]

You're shitting me. Who got the brilliant idea to hang out in a broom closet? You're not secretly a wizard too, are you.

[If he sounds vaguely amused (and also confused), it's because Davesprite's mental image of Isaac trapped in a broom closet is significantly funnier than the reality.]

[frigidaire]

[ He actually hesitates, like his brain brings the flapping of his mouth to a halt. ] Uh, we got detention.

[ Isaac's shoulders scrunch up to his ears, everything about him reading uncomfortable for a moment before they drop back down. ] And no, I'm not like Harry Potter or whatever. I've seen the movies, you know.

[feathery]

[Oh shit, did he make things weird again. He looks half ready to say something, awkward, when Isaac keeps talking.]

Yeah, I kind of. Actually worked for Harry Potter. Which is weird in retrospect, I dunno. I never even saw all the movies, just read the books 'cause Rose was all about wizards.

[Basically, his incentive was entirely "can I use this to annoy Rose? let's do it."]

[frigidaire]

Wait. You worked for Harry Potter, like the dude with the scar?

[ Sorry he's just gonna stare for a second. ] You've been holding out on me. You have weird bird kid powers, shadow powers, and you know Harry Potter?

[feathery]

[Davesprite at least finds this whole thing way less weird than he could, what with the Jedi and other culturally relevant icons in residence. He's always gonna be kind of concerned about the memory fuckery, though.]

I knew Draco better, actually, 'cause he was Jade's boyfriend. But yeah, that was a thing.

[He's just gonna awkwardly shrug here.]