vatheon | Hey I Just Met You

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Hey I Just Met You

Who: Davesprite and Bro Strider
When: Monday of the event (because damn has work sucked my soul this week)
Where: Bro and Davesprite's apartment
Style: Action
Status: Closed

[The first thing Davesprite notices is that he feels very odd when he wakes up, like something's missing. He's just not sure what's missing. Davesprite doesn't even notice until he gets to the bathroom and looks in the mirror.

He stares at his reflection. There are no wings, no ghosty tail, no dayglow orange around him...nothing that pegs him as something not human. He looks almost exactly like he used to look before he prototyped himself, right down to the white suit. Davesprite frowns and lowers his sunglasses. Ah, and there the differences are. His hair has an orange tint to it, and his eyes have some orange in them as well. Must be a side-effect to being all orange for over a year.

It's...really really strange when he walks out of the bathroom. He can actually walk, for one thing! Davesprite is pleasantly surprised that he's not having trouble with walking on two legs again, which saves him the embarrassment of tripping all over the place and needing assistance.

Still, the fact that he's completely human does mean that eating and drinking is a thing that seriously needs to happen. Sunny-side-up eggs sounds very good at the moment, so that's what he's going to do.]

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[The first thing Bro noticed when he awoke wasn't what he'd 'gained', it was what he'd lost. He hardly ever goes to bed without Lil Cal in the room- especially since arriving in Vatheon- and that's why, after rubbing the sleep from his eyes, the little guy's absence sticks out like a sore thumb.

At first, he entertains the curious notion that maybe he misplaced Cal. After all, no matter how much he wishes it, Cal can't just walk off by himself. So he digs through a pile of fluff and fabric only to find nothing. He checks under the bed, up on his wardrobe, the contents of his sylladex... No Cal.

The next notion that dawns on him, of course, is that someone took Cal to mess with him. Must be a slick motherfucker if they could get into his room without waking him. He's not such a heavy sleeper. That leaves two obvious candidates: Dirk and Davesprite. Both of them should know better. You don't mess with Cal, okay. That's not how it works. Bro and Cal mess with other people.

After getting dressed and flashstepping into the bathroom for his usual speedy morning routine, he wanders into the kitchen. The shades do nothing to hide the look of frustration on his face.]

Bro, if you- [He breaks off the moment his gaze settles on Davesprite. Because it's not Davesprite he's looking at. This morning is just full of uncomfortable surprises, isn't it?]

Uh. Dave?

[Goooood thing he hasn't actually started on the cooking. The moment Bro walks in to talk to him, he just stares at the man blankly. He snaps out of it the moment he hears 'Dave,' though.]

Wrong dude. Add the sprite and you've got it.

[...Now Davesprite's confused. How the fuck did this guy get in the apartment? He can't be too bad if he knows Dave. Maybe.]

[He hardly takes offense to the blank staring. If Dave were back in Vatheon so fast and without memories of previous stay, he probably would've stared just a little like that. Bro does, however, narrow his eyes at the following statement.]

I'm not seein' much of a sprite in you right now. Not enough orange. And you've got legs, man. [Don't even get him started on the lack of wings.]

[Okay, he's going to lean against the counter, crossing his arms, and be a little suspicious about this guy. Just a little. It's possible that Dave's given him a description of Davesprite.]

Yeah, I know. I woke up like this. This was what I looked like before being all spritified. [A slight pause.] Granted, the orange in my hair is way fuckin' different, but it's close enough.

[He's not exactly being as warm to Bro as he might usually have been. If anything, Davesprite is still trying to figure out how and when the fuck the man got into the apartment without his noticing.]

[Bro gives a very mild shrug of the shoulders. For a guy who could actually crawl out of bed like a normal person instead of just hovering off it, Davesprite's sure acting like he got up on the wrong side of said bed. Well, maybe that's the problem. Maybe Davesprite liked the hovering. Hell if he knows.]

I dunno about you, but I'd take orange hair over bigass wings any day. Less of a hazard and all that.

[With that, he proceeds further into the kitchen and opens the fridge to see if there's any leftover spaghetti he can have for breakfast. There's a boobytrap of two stray swords in there, but Bro manages to catch them in his hand before they even come near him. There's legit food behind those blades and he's determined to get to it.

And don't think he's forgotten about Cal already, because he hasn't. He'll get to the bottom of that one soon enough.]

Edited 2013-04-13 18:43 (UTC)

Makes it less awkward when I walk through doorways.

[...Okay, he has to bite. He has to.]

Okay, not to be rude and shit, but who are you?

[He freezes at the question, literally arm-deep in the fridge, his fingers mere inches from the box of spaghetti in the back. So close to his goal, but he's willing to forfeit it now. He pulls the arm out of the fridge again and turns to face Davesprite with a blank stare, his other hand still holding the swords back.]

Was that an ironic, existential kinda question, or a legit one?

Legit and serious question.

[If Davesprite is denied his breakfast, then Bro obviously has to be denied it, too.]

[Wow. Okay, only fifteen minutes into the morning and already Bro's sick of today's bullshit. He's not entirely sure how to handle this.]

Uh. I'm your bro. You know, the guy who raised you and shit. Until you turned yourself into a birdsprite, anyway.

[Suspicion levels rising.]

Sorry, not ringin' any bells and I seriously don't recognize you.

[Okay ow. This is painful in more ways than one. He was already frustrated before, but now those levels are rising further.]

Are you serious? What, you think you just crawled your way outta that meteor crater by yourself? Who d'you think taught you how to be your swank self, huh?

[Davesprite would feel sorry for him, but he's kind of not sure how to take any of this.]

No, I don't think that, but I don't recall you bein' there ever in my life.

[And...in all honesty, he can't remember anyone in his life who took care of him. Just some vague thing, and that scares him a lot more than he'll ever let on to someone he considers a stranger.]

[A small silence, then he shoves the swords back into the fridge so he can close the door with a swift snap.]

Okay, so. Yeah. That's some pretty damn selective amnesia, right there. Anything else you forgot?

[He sighs in some frustration of his own, running a hand through his hair.]

As far as I'm aware, everything else is crystal clear. Those are the only memories that are really fucking fuzzy.

[Sigh. Just... literal harsh sigh.]

Man, and here I thought losin' track of Cal was bad. Must be another curse. Did your tattoo do the glowy thing yesterday? I wasn't really payin' attention.

Yeah, but only 'cause it's on the back of my hand.

[Man, he's starting to miss the days of being turned into a five year old. At least that didn't mean forgetting someone fundamental in his life.]

This body switch is definitely not fucking worth it.

[Bro's not so lucky in his tattoo placement; it's on his upper arm. Unbeknownst to him, that's the exact same spot where Dirk has his non-Vatheon tattoo.]

Yeah. It's not. It's like Pinocchio turning into a real boy but forgetting all about Gepetto. [Yes, he sure did make that comparison, just now.] That's all kinds of fucked up, you know.

[He slides a hand down his face. Nooooo, that was not a thing that just happened.]

It's worse when you're experiencing the memory loss.

[He needs an aspirin, fuck.]

Yeah, I'm sure. [With that, he turns back to the fridge a second time, content to just continue breakfast. Though the skepticism in his voice probably shows a little. If it's a choice between forgetting Dave and Dave forgetting him, he'd rather forget Dave. At least then Dave would still remember him after he's-

... Wait. Oh. Huh. The realization makes him frown, his hand resting on the fridge door.]

Man. Shit. I think I got selective amnesia too. Kinda. [He's trying to work out just how deep it goes, but the specific gaps are giving him kind of a headache.]

Sounds like Vatheon gave us one thing, but took away somethin' else.

[The former sprite shakes his head, annoyed, and goes off to the medicine cabinet to grab the aspirin.]

Want an aspirin?

[Oh, good. Davesprite's not asking what it is. That suits Bro just fine.] Yeah, that'd be fuckin' ace right now.

[Don't mind him as he stands there, trying figure this out. It doesn't really make sense, seeing as he lost two things. Cal and a few memories. Then again, were these memories he really wanted to have? Maybe the gift is not being able to remember. He knows he should- He knows his death was a thing. He just can't remember how it happened for the life of him.

So he lost bad memories and a good thing, while Davesprite lost good memories and a bad thing. Maybe that's how the curse works.]

[He figures it's none of his business. The former sprite grabs the bottle, pops a couple in his mouth, and heads back to Bro after taking the pills dry. He hands the older man the bottle.]

So...how awkward would it be if I stayed? Or should I just relocate to a different room in Yutopil?

[He doesn't waste any time with popping that bottle open to down some aspirin of his own. He's not meeting Davesprite's gaze either, nope.]

Man, no. Stay. It was your apartment first. I won't be around much anyway. [Which is a half lie. He actually spends a good amount of time holed up in his room, but that can wait until this curse is over.]

[The feeling is mutual, at least?]

Yeah, but if you've got your shit here and I've forgotten the fact that you live here, too, then I'm not about to make you a hobo. I do have some class.

I know, I know. We both stay and that's final.

[He drops the bottle of aspirin on the kitchen table, then goes back to raiding the fridge. Fuck this, no more distractions, he's going straight for the spaghetti now. Tub out, swords back in, door shut.]

[He makes a note to be doubly careful about everything in the apartment.]

So. What should I call you?

Bro. [It left his mouth before he could even think twice about it. Still, now that it's said he does stop to read more into it.]

I mean, it don't matter if you remember or not. That's what everyone calls me anyway. [He shrugs lightly, then pops the microwave open and- oh yeah, right. He left a couple of firecrackers in there. Let's just put those aside for now.] ...If it really bugs you, you could call me Dirk, but... y'know.

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