So wake me up when it's all over

[stridercentric]

Who: Bro Strider, Dirk Strider, Roxy Lalonde.
When: Friday, August 16th.
Where: The Strider pad.
What: Shenanigans.
Style: Action.

[A week and a half ago, Bro Strider had fallen into a magical coma, the likes of which only Vatheon could provide. After the initial disbelief from a certain younger alternate self, his unconscious body had been tracked down and taken to the comfort of his own apartment. Because no Strider belonged in the specialized coma ward, not so long as there was family to watch over him.

Not that Davesprite's doing such a great job of guarding him while he's out cold. Slumbering silently on the futon that serves as his bed, he's completely defenseless against any pranksters that may choose to invade his room. And they will.]

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[oceanbreasts]

[ No they won't shh this isn't a thing that's happening.

As soon as Roxy found out that there were others within the Strilonde clan who happened to be unconscious, she had to go visit immediately. There was a tradition that needed to be upheld and by god she wasn't about to miss out on this golden opportunity.

Which is why she's quietly creaking the door open and peaking into the room, waving Dirk in after her as she creeps in. ]

He's still conked out.

[shippingmath]

[With that pronouncement made, Dirk wanders in, as casual as you please, hands in his pockets. If Bro's asleep, then they don't need to be stealthy. He can flashstep out of the way if he needs to, but he doesn't expect to have to, not after Roxy was just out for an entire month.]

Let the operation commence.

[oceanbreasts]

[ Fuck that noise, Roxy's still going to pretend to be a secret agent. Because that shit just makes everything more fun.

Which is why she's tucking and rolling over to the futon he's sound asleep on. ]

You got that marker for me?

[ She sort of half turns, holding out an expectant hand. It's not like she had a pocket to put the marker in. ]

[shippingmath]

[A quick rhyme and there is a variety of markers at her disposal, a whole range of colors and thicknesses for her to choose from.]

[oceanbreasts]

You're the best.

[ Alright, mister Bro Strider. It's time to get Lalonde'd.

Which basically means that Roxy has now made herself comfortable sitting squarely on top of Bro, staring down at him with intense concentration. After a moment she decides to slide the glasses from his face (why do they all insist on wearing them while they sleep, anyway?) and onto her own before she promptly starts applying the markers.

I hope you like rainbow dicks, Bro, because that's what you're getting. ]