daves 14th birthday

[sweetcred]

[dave strider's room - december 3rd, 6:23 am.

subject is currently drooling all over his pillow.

he forgot to take his shades off before bed again.

they look pretty uncomfortable all knocked down onto his nose there.

investigate further? y/n]

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[sweetcred]

[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.

[bethegodderp]

<sub>[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.]</sub>

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.]}

[sweetcred]

[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?