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[pranksterheir]

Who: Dave Strider and John Egbert
When: Around 6 am on the 4th
Where: The baseball diamond
Summary: Just the best of friends beating each other up after coming back from the dead plus a canon update for John.
Warnings: Swearing, violence, mentions of death and gore from getting eaten

[It took a moment to remember, but John knew this place. He remembered this feeling, remembered being here before. Siren's Port. It was really weird having memories of the ship, memories of here, then another year's worth of memories on the ship again, but he was glad he recalled his time here. He'd been able to see friends he still hadn't met back home... and speaking of one of those friends, hey, there was Dave right there next to him.

... Wait a minute. Dave had died, he'd seen Dave get eaten. Suddenly worried, John shook his best friend a little frantically.]

Dave!!! Dave, are you okay?!

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[moveslikestrider]

[He stops, one eye trained on John from the corner of his shades.] I used to tell you Bro kicked my ass on a daily basis. I'm fine with a little pain. Part of life.

[He sounds the same as always, unconcerned with it. His life had been shaped by pain and it was going to kick him around more before he gave his last. Dave frowned at the cold and hugged himself with a colorful curse.] But this cold as balls freezing shit? That's going to kill me.

Reason number who cares why Canada sucks.

[pranksterheir]

Do you want my jacket? I grew up in Washington, I'm used to this kind of weather.

[moveslikestrider]

Nah. I'm fine. I got one in my sylladex. Come on, let's go. [He does just as he says he would, equipping his coat which is a long dark trench coat that falls just past his thighs, ending right at the back of his knees. Coupled with his dark suit he looks like some hard boiled detective and he walks away, trudging on with heavy boots. It had taken a pay check or two to get enough for it but had been well worth it.]

[pranksterheir]

Yes sir, Detective Strider. [Teases as he follows.]

[moveslikestrider]

And don’t forget it. [He tosses over his shoulder as he shoves his hands into his pockets and starts away from the baseball diamond. He feels a little nasty still, unable to help thinking about dying. Ugh. He needed a shower bad.]