[He waits a short while, makes a trip to the kitchen to grab enough for three, comes back all nice and quiet.
Aww. They're sleeping. One's sleeping in a corner on the ceiling with chin tucked downward and arms folded on his chest. His wings emit a soft orange glow--that's a nice touch. The other is scrunched in a corner on the floor with his head leaned against one of the walls, arms crossed but relaxed, and one leg tucked in the other's crook.
Sweet. He whips out his communicator and gets this on vlog.
Put it on the network? Don't be ridiculous. This is for his viewing pleasure only.]
Not yet. We haven't completed the rites of passage that transforms us from brobuds to the specific "thing" that you're talking about. The circumstances for which I'd prepared to make some sort of formal romantic overture toward him have deviated drastically from the original model, And it's pertinent to run these calculations again with new variables. It shouldn't affect you or Davesprite much because I don't expect us to start brobunking anytime soon.
so what youre saying is that youre totes cool with us just huddling in the corner while you two complete the rite of passage that leads to you guys being a thing but more importantly youre saying that we brobunk
It seems that having both bros bear witness is a special honor. It's only natural to be cool with your presence. Better yet, take a front row seat and get all up with the action. There is an absurd, sky-high chance that you, Davesprite, and I do brobunk. Are you saying that we don't brobunk, Dave?
i am the fucking furthest i have ever been from hot and bothered dave strider on the rocks thats me coolkid on ice worst fucking disney ice skating spectacular you ever sold tickets to you need both the cool and the ice to show how frigid the shoulder im giving you is
[ At this point, they've likely already sorted out that Dirk and Auto-Responder are aboard the Tranquility.
Anyway, Auto-Responder has intercepted this text to Dirk and will produce a log transcript of this conversation for Dirk's perusal once it's completed. ]
Here I am, your bestest bro, Fresh out of mid-ablution to answer the big, blinding brosignal in the sky. Where's this urgent threat that'll bring about our demise?
Alright man let me lay it on you as it is. I have some unfinished business to square away with you so i will put my freak out aside to segway ourselves into *another* conversation that has nothing to do with the fact that this place is haunted with ghastly dark omens and unfortunate mishaps that is, in short, resulting in a minor panic attack here.
For starters you are to never threaten my mammary glands like that ever again!! Jeeze louise i felt mortified! Have you no decency at all?????? I also request you keep in your familiar vermilion font when responding to me ESPECIALLY.
Hey, bro. [ Dave rolls in bed until he faces the general area wherein Dirk is messing with one of his many projects. ] Got some work for you. Wanna check it out?
It seems you're casting aside the guise of crafty disingenuousness and revealing all your nude vulnerabilities in earnest. There's a record-breaking, space-soaring high chance you desire that I discard my clothing as well. But I've already come as nakedly as possible to your rescue, And here you are, discussing the life or death circumstances surrounding your man nips. Who's the one being indecent now? It seems I mistook you for a dapper young gentleman when you're rather the feisty little tiger. Rawrrrr.
"It seems"!!! "IT SEEMS"!!! Fucking hell its so blatantly obvious youre nothing but a friggen robotic hunk of shit!!!
Oh har har har go on more mister auto responder with all your record breaking percentage horse shit. What other information can you pull out of your asshole?!?!?! Actually dont answer that i dont need to know anymore of your damn malarkey that probably isnt even accurate.
Shut up, man. I was going to say how absolutely bully it is to be talking to you once again but if youre going to be giving me a hard time i hold back what i was going to say.
In any case i suppose since the douchebag himself isnt going to be talking to me i might as well exchange words with you unless youre going to be unhelpful. Im already a bit panicked right now so i would much appreciate it if youd not get me flustered by your vulgar speaking.
Apparently this ship is haunted and several people have died. Theyve been here for months and months and nobody has successfully gotten face to face with our captors. As exciting and enthralling as a horror sci-fi adventure may seem, i cannot help but feel a little nervous and unsettled.
Especially within my stomach.
All im asking is perhaps a few comforting words so i dont upchuck on everything.. unless youre incapable of that.
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