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[crowsicle]

sup
looks like im afk for whatever reason even if my computers basically sitting on my face
leave a message and maybe if im feeling magnanimous ill get back to you when im done with whatever important biznasty ive got on my hands

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[greenshift]

ummm dave, are you busy?

[crowsicle]

nah just catching up on the three years worth of music i missed
sup

[greenshift]

i wanted to tell you something
its about what you were asking the guy who made the post about the puppies
and what you were asking about jack
i didnt mean to eavesdrop but i couldnt help seeing >>
that wasnt the thing though

[crowsicle]

oh fuck you saw that
dammit
what did you want to tell me it cant be any more embarrassing than that

[greenshift]

sorry i wanted to ask him how the puppies were and i couldnt help but see!
besides theres nothing embarrassing about wanting to protect your friends, dave
we all feel the same way you know

[prankmaster]

dude.
are you ok?

[crowsicle]

yeah why wouldnt i be

[prankmaster]

you sounded really frustrated, is all.
are you sure you're ok?

[crowsicle]

i am as mind numbingly chill as the arctic circle
so chill ive got like puffins nesting in my ice cold ruff
the weathermans barometers flip their shit every time i pass by all like WATCH OUT theres a cold front coming through
there aint nothing touching this birds cool
yeah
john neither of them said anything to me

[prankmaster]

soooo you're not cool.
i told you to leave it alone, dave!
but, that's kind of too late now huh.
did you want to talk?
i'm way cooler than the birds you were planning to hang out with.

lazy action spam ftw, and backdated to the 25th!

[reassures]

[Today has actually been a fairly decent day as far as Nill's health goes. Yosuke had been by a little earlier and brought her some ribbons for her hair, and they'd spent some time together until someone realized he wasn't actually doing his work and yelled at him. She couldn't really bring herself to feel bad about it though when she actually felt decent for the first time in days. She actually didn't look like total shit, either, which helped things all the more.

It's why she felt up to bothering one of the nurses, and finally asking about whether or not there was a Dave Strider in the hospital. And, because up until then she'd been a fairly good patient, the nurse had been kind enough to tell her where to find him. So Nill had dragged herself and her IV down to the pediatric ward, where she currently was, standing just outside one feathery dude's room. It's open, thankfully, so she peeks her head in and raps her knuckles against the door frame.]

Yaaayyy

[crowsicle]

[Davesprite hasn't been up to visiting. He isn't even really on top of the Network anymore beyond keeping tabs on his friends, when he can. He's been too busy with his nausea and fever dreams to pay attention to any discussion of their origins or miracle cures. He's spent most of his stay napping restlessly--sprites aren't supposed to sleep, but sprites aren't supposed to get sick, either--and watching truly horrendous TV. They hooked him up to an IV pretty early on to much cawing and cursing protest, but he's been comparatively good since then. Quiet, anyway, if vaguely uncooperative.

Sometimes Bro is there, and sometimes he's not. When he isn't, and when Davesprite's sure no one else is looking, he takes that spherical stuffed pelican and curls around it like it's a life preserver on the ocean. And sometimes that's what it feels like, when the room won't stop spinning even after he closes his eyes.

He's lucid enough today, though, only half-glazed with boredom and fever and one arm slung casually over Doctor Doofusfeathers. He looks away from cartoon reruns at the knock, then perks up a little.]

Hh--[He clears his throat quietly, then tries again, still weak:] Hey.

[reassures]

[A small smile tugs at Nill's lips when Davesprite looks up, and after a moment of tugging on her IV stand to get it moving again she steps into the room. She's not stuck in hospital garb, thankfully; someone brought her one of her plainer dresses with the low back for her wings, and its made this whole thing considerably less horrible.

She all but sinks into the chair meant for visitors as soon as she gets there, because even if she feels better than she has in days walking through the hospital by herself was still exhausting. She hadn't wanted to waste the chance to get out of her room though, and the last she'd heard Dave wasn't much enjoying his hospital stay either. Nill is a pretty good faker though, and as soon as she's off her feet (at least for the moment) she offers him a wider smile, before pulling her NV out of the pocket on her dress. It takes her all of a few seconds to type something before holding it up for him to see.]

Asking worked after all.

[crowsicle]

[He reads it--if this strikes him as an odd way to communicate in person, it doesn't show--then smiles a little when he remembers their conversation from earlier.]

Cool. Who'd've thought? Oh. Let me introduce you.

[Tilts his pelican just a little bit (moving hurts, everything hurts) so it's looking at Nill.]

Nill, meet Doctor Doof.

[reassures]

[Oh, he's taking her muteness so well. She knew she probably should have told him before, but up until she actually got to the hall he was in she hadn't been certain they'd actually meet (getting there had proved more difficult than she'd initially thought). She's actually kind of relieved.

Of course, she remembered the pelican, too. Typing a hello for a stuffed animal is a little silly even by her standards, so she reaches over and lightly pats the good Doctor's head.]

he's bigger than I expected [One nice thing about not being able to talk was that it only felt like she was swallowing razors when she laughed, which she was determined not to do.]

you're more colorful than I expected, too

text | slightly forward-dated to about 9:35pm tonight

[reassures]

Dave! If you don't mind me asking-- How tall is the building that you live in?

[crowsicle]

ten stories
were on the fourth floor
why whats up

[reassures]

Well-- the news is saying that there's no darkness tonight!

So I thought... if it was okay with you, I could come over and we could go on the roof.

[crowsicle]

oh
hell yeah that sounds awesome
where are you i can come pick you up

[reassures]

Oh, you don't need to do that. I should be able to get there fine if you tell me where to go.

permatext

[reassures]

What do you think of souls, Dave?

[crowsicle]

souls?
uh
what do you mean
like jesus or ghosts or what

[reassures]

Jesus?

[....Oh. Wait. She knows what that is.]

No-- I mean the things inside of people. We're all meant to have them, aren't we?

[crowsicle]

as far as i know yeah
why whats up

[reassures]

Well-- what do you think of them?

Are they important?