Voicemail

[cawcawmthrfckrs]

[Instead of Davesprite's voice, there's a pleasant tenor voice.]

You have reached the SFC of Davesprite. Please listen carefully to the following menu.

If this is an emergency and you require assistance, press 1.

If you are a Lalonde, press 3.

If you are a Harley, press 5.

If you are a Crocker, press 7.

If you are a Strider, Davesprite is unavailable to take your call, so please hang up and try again later.

If you are John Egbert, hang up right now and don't call back.

If you would like to repeat this menu, press the # key. Have a nice day!

Comments

[Voice]

[stridercentric]

[Hm. Maybe some day he needs to actually sit Davesprite down for a serious talk about this. Maybe. For now, on to more pressing affairs. He's already wasted enough time waiting for Davesprite to get back to him.]

Sup. I need your input. This is the most important fucking dilemma of the day, so you've gotta make sure to choose wisely. ...Pizza or tacos?

[Voice]

[cawcawmthrfckrs]

[Good luck with that, Bro.]

...Goddamn it, you would pick that question.

[He has to seriously consider this.]

I'm gonna have to say tacos. Haven't had that in a year.

[Voice]

[stridercentric]

[Yes, Davesprite. Yes he would pick that question. He'd be shocked if anything else was expected.]

Tacos it is! You wanna go eat up on the roof?

[Voice]

[cawcawmthrfckrs]

Don't see why not.

[Voice]

[stridercentric]

See you there in an hour.

[First Bro needs to chill a bit more. Then actually go out to get tacos. Not something he still needs to prepare himself, of course, fuck that. It needs to be ready for eating.

He'll be up on the roof with take-out tacos an hour later. No Lil Cal, just him.]

[Voice-->Action]

[cawcawmthrfckrs]

Later.

[Davesprite flies on over to the roof of Yutopil an hour later, and settles himself sort of next to Bro. He puts a little bit of a distance from the guy, maybe a few inches more than normal in terms of Striders.]

Hey.

[Wow he's so talkative.]

[Action]

[stridercentric]

Sup. [Bro barely looks up, his gaze stretching out over the city. Instead, he holds out a taco for Davesprite to take.

He liked the view in Texas better, but this isn't too bad.]

[Action]

[cawcawmthrfckrs]

[He takes it and settles himself to sort of sit down on the roof, wings folding behind his back.

Really, Davesprite has to agree with Bro's evaluation of the view. Maybe he can get a decent camera and take some scenery photos.]

[Action]

[stridercentric]

[Bro turns his head slightly sideways when Davesprite settles down beside him, but for the most part his gaze is still on the city. He starts unwrapping the foil from his own taco.]

...I can't believe you went a whole fucking year without tacos.

[Action]

[cawcawmthrfckrs]

[He shrugs.]

Dave has it worse. He hasn't had one in two years and he's been living off of whatever trolls eat.

[Action]

[stridercentric]

For his sake, I'm hopin' they're not vegetarians. Or worse, vegans.

[He's pretty sure his own body would shut down if it went without junkfood and/or meat for too long. Or at least go through a gruesome period of detoxing.]