sweetcred | daves 14th birthday

_{[outside's dave strider's room window - december 3rd, 6:27 am.

subject is carrying a few things about her person.

an outfit appropriate for the nicely chill weather, an excited smile, and the weight of unsurprise at this state of affairs.

investigate further? y.

Jane knocks on his window, realizes that gloved hands don't really make all that much noise, and removes one before trying again. This time, they ring out as sharp taps against the glass. She waits, breath fogging up against the glass, and gets an idea. Oh, oh man, haha, okay, here's hoping this'll work. She breathes, consciously and hard and begins to carve out letters against the slightly frosted surface. Backwards, of course, she's not a dumbass.

"DaVe, tHOUght Id WatCH OvEr yOU wHiLe yOu hiT THe bIG 14
cHeCK it YoUrE QUiet buT tHE dRoOLIng is NOT IRONIC, bro
ANYwAy haPPY bDAY

Always lOOKin out lil mAN

a l W A Y S :)

-Cal"

Yes.

Hell yes.

Hell fucking yes.

Jane knocks on the window again, just for good measure and floats up.]}

[subject STAYS

THE FUCK

ASLEEP]

_{[Well, fine, then! This might work out better for her--er, Cal, actually, though it'll be easier to bear innocent witness to his aweome letter. So, she actually enters the building via the front entrance (so this is what this place looks like...huh), and takes the elevator up. She may or may not be bouncing in place and giggling, but by the time the ding for her floor goes off, she clears her throat and tries to smooth our her face. Pokerface, pokerface, think Da--pfft, hahaha, oh man, he is so going to freak when he sees that! Okay, no, Jane, be the master prankster. You are the master prankster. You got this, but only if you don't slip up.

Man, that is for amateurs.

Resolved, Jane heads down the hallway, and finds his door and knocks.]}

[Grooooan. Dave finally stirs after a couple knocks, clumsily pushing his shades back into place as he stumbles out of bed. Totally unaware of anything strange about his window, he follows the sound to the front door.

His Time powers helpfully inform him that it's way too early to even be alive right now. Tick tock 'n shit.

It takes a couple more tries than usual to unlock and open the front door, which may have something to do with the fact that he's having trouble keeping his eyes open behind the shades. Speaking of, the accessory's likely not helping, either...]

Out for lunch, back in four hours.

[Slam. And there he goes... the big man is back in bed.

Fortunately, he leaves the door unlocked.

Investigate further? y/n]

_{[She smiles, brilliantly, when his face starts to fill the door frame and greets him.]}

Hi, Da--

_{[Or starts to greet him, until the door's slammed in her face. Jane rolls her eyes.

Typical, jeez.

Y.

Not to worry, because Jane is hardly going to let a slammed door stop her, today.

No, today she has plans.

Without missing a beat, she opens the door after him and steps inside, closing and locking it behind her. The moment that's done, she heads straight for his bedroom, captchalogging her coat and assorted winter gear along the way. She didn't need it inside, and it would help her surprise.

She pads along to the edge of his bed, and kneels so she's level with him. The fact that he's sleeping peacefully doesn't even register. It's an obstacle to all the things they're going to do, today, and must be conquered and destroyed.

By his ear, she whispers.]}

Are you a bad enough dude to save the president?

[Completely out of practice with the usual trials of living with his Bro, Dave's reaction isn't quite his best. He jumps straight up into the air, flailing and nearly missing the mattress on his way back down.

Sooooo coooooool.

He struggles to regain his composure, finally pulling himself together long enough to glare at the intruder, glasses askew once again.]

Ronnie can fuckin' take care of himself. The sun's barely even up, you douchebag, the only people that should be awake right now are getting ready to go to sleep.

_{[Jane bursts into laughter. It's a good thing that she's already lowered on her haunches--the fall to her ass is that much shorter.

Oh yeah the moooost cooooool.

Air, oh God, that is a thing she needs, right, hahaha. She calms down, and then looks at him, with his glasses sitting ever so menacingly awkward on his face, and starts to chuckle.

She laughs because she is afraid. Honest.]}

That seems really late to be going to bed, but I don't really care either way.

_{[Her eyes close, eyebrows raising while she wags a finger at him, like he should know better, but it's clear that he doesn't, but hey, she'll teach him, because she's just so awesome like that.]}

Dave, Dave, Dave, those people don't have Plans.

_{[Capital enunciated, and with good reason. This was going to be so sweet.]}

I don't have plans either, other than plans to get the fuck back to sleep. And you're kind of interrupting those. Good night.

[Ever obstinate, he tugs the covers over his head and presses his face back into his pillow. Right in the wet spot. Oops. Just gotta readjust a little, there.

People who actually do remember their own birthday: Dave Strider. People who are too tired to care: Dave Strider. These are both very short but important lists.

Basically, Jane? You're gonna have to try harder.]

_{[Lesser people would huff. Lesser people would puff. And while Jane could actually blow the place down, come to think of it, she's not going to, because saw this coming. So, she doesn't pout, nope, she smiles.

When said she had all the plans, she really wasn't kidding.

Since Dave is so intent on going back to sleep, she supposes he won't mind her just casually removing her laptop, casually hooking it up to some speakers, and then casually selecting a certain a track before standing up and clearing her throat.

Casually.]}

I could stay awake juuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuust to hearyoubreathing...

Watch you sMILe while you are slEEping...

While YoU're far away and DREAMING...

_{[She's an okay singer, she supposes, but she's not trying to sing properly, right now. That would defeat the purpose. In fact she's going for just the opposite. She hits more than a few notes wrong, even after starting on the wrong key, her volume fluctuates randomly, she speeds up and slows down, and basically does every annoying thing ever.

And then a hundred more.

She's kind of having a blast here, truth be told!]}

[THIS IS ALREADY THE WORST BIRTHDAY EVER AND IT'S NOT EVEN SOMETHING DAVE WOULD DEFINE AS 'MORNING' YET.

He pulls his pillow over his head. When that doesn't work, he just yells. Continuously. When it becomes very apparent that yelling isn't exactly conducive to falling asleep, he bursts from beneath the covers and yanks out the cord connecting Jane's laptop to the speakers.

And he stands there, cord in his hands the trophy of his kill. Eyes wild behind his shades, but they're in place now so Jane doesn't see it anyway.]

What do you want from me.

_{[IF HE WOULD JUST STOP FIGHTING THIS AND GET WITH IT, IT WILL QUICKLY BECOME THE BEST BIRTHDAY EVER.

She's a little disappointed about not being able to do the solo, but she'll find a way to carry on.]}

To let me take you out on a date for your birthday, duh.

_{[She rolls her eyes, then smiles.]}

Also for you to admit that Nic Cage is the most awesome.

_{[Yeah, that too, but she's already working on making one miracle happen. She probably shouldn't get greedy.]}

[It's too late. There's no turning back. He's already run and flailed enough, there's no chance he'd be able to actually fall back asleep now, even if he could convince Jane to leave.

So he takes a deep breath, uses it to blow his bangs back out of his face, and convinces himself that yanking the cord further to knock her laptop over isn't ~~cool~~ worth it.]

I thought I was the one supposed to be getting the presents today, not giving them. But sure, ok, a date sounds pretty great. I could get behind a date.

Except where the hell are you going to take me at fucking six-whatever AM? A public school?

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