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[crowsicle]

[There isn't even an answering machine message here, only some horrible recreation of the theme from that one SBaHJ video he did made completely of clips of different bird calls.]

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[crowsicle]

thats
welp
i can see how thatd be awkward

[thepuppetmaster]

Admittedly not one of my brightest ideas.

[thepuppetmaster]

You were right.

[crowsicle]

thats a bad sign if ive ever seen one
roof?

[thepuppetmaster]

No, it's not a big deal.
Only that you were right about Hal.
I thought you deserved to know that.

[crowsicle]

oh
jesus i thought the reckoning was coming back for round three
i guess i better restash the emergency donuts and last words brochures
what brought about the change of heart

[thepuppetmaster]

Yeah, keep that shit safe, you never know when we might need it.
There were several deciding factors but I think that I just needed to be able to take a step back from the situation.

[crowsicle]

tbh id forgotten all about that
not about hal himself obviously since hes my brother from another motherboard
but i stopped thinking about the whole deal after we talked about it
didnt figure youd change your mind
not when you were that mad about it
so everythings cool now

[thepuppetmaster]

I was never mad about it, Dave.

[crowsicle]

oh
well
of course not why would you be

[thepuppetmaster]

That's what you thought?

[crowsicle]

maybe a little
no big

[thepuppetmaster]

Yeah.
That wasn't it.

[crowsicle]

so
cool
all good then
have you talked about it with hal too

[thepuppetmaster]

Naturally.
We came to an agreement that benefits both of us.

[crowsicle]

yeah?

[thepuppetmaster]

Cliff Notes version is that I let him off the leash and he doesn't screw me over.

[crowsicle]

oh man
im so proud
i may shed a brotherly tear

false alarm it was just the light bouncing off my shades
for real though im glad to hear it

[ceded]

[ Coming immediately from here:

Xion doesn't even reply. She just races up to her room, where she knows he is, and without even stopping tackles him bodily to the bed. She's laughing, and wrinkling her nose in a silly approximation of fierceness. ]

Gotcha!

[crowsicle]

[The noise he makes is somewhere between 'caw' and 'oof.' He catches her, laughing under his breath as he grins up at her.]

Y'know. I can still do it. Bed's right underneath my semipermeable ass.

[His eyebrows go up in challenge.]

[ceded]

Dave, if you slime up my bed, I won't kiss you for a month. I won't even hold your hand! [ Frowns severely and sticks her tongue out. ]

[crowsicle]

[He just stares up at her for a moment and then makes a face.

You know this face?

Yeah. That face.]

[ceded]

[ She tries to keep looking severe, but can't keep it up when he's got that face. She dissolves into giggles and rests her forehead against his. ]

Then don't slime it, you creep!

[crowsicle]

You're mean.

[He extends the forehead bump into an Eskimo kiss.]

Meanie Meanpants McMeanermeyer. Do I call you names.

[ceded]

You just did! And I wouldn't have to call you names if you weren't so gross.

[ She presses a fleeting kiss to his lips before finally letting herself flop over to one side, curling up against him so she's not just looming over him anymore.

After a beat: ]

You know what? I wouldn't beat you up. I'd just make you be the one to clean it.