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TFYC: morning after, part deux - John POV
Tue, Nov. 20th, 2012 09:13Awake at Night sequel, second part of that old ficlet about John waking up the morning after and also pancakes.
Warning for John-levels of sensitive discussion of issues that cropped up in awake at night.
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The stairs are just as easy to take on autopilot on the way up as on the way down. That means he can afford not to think or even look as he climbs, a hand trailing the wall. He knows this house by heart, every single angle and crevice, it's been his since farther than he can remember.
Hosting guests in it was awesome; having to give up part of his claim to it feels weird.
Don't say yes or no straight away, son, take the time to think about it, Dad told him, and he will... eventually. For now he's just going to turn his computer on and find some braincell-killing browser game and rack up a crapton of pixel points.
If it's a joke it's the biggest one Dad's ever played on him, but it's not funny. It's not bad-unfunny either, it's just... not joke material he guesses, and argh, he wasn't thinking about it.
Only as he passes by his dad's corridor he sees a flash of purple, and when he stops Gamzee is there, emerging from that door John himself hadn't dared to cross for the first thirteen years of his life.
His long arms are full of clothes. Huh.
"Yo, motherfucker."
John laughs back because he can't get enough of Gamzee's casual swearing. He wonders who will wear down first, Dad or him. "Yo."
"You uh, got your talk on with Hatdad all clear and proper, then?"
Hatdad. Funny nickname, only there's a touch of something that's almost nervousness in Gamzee's usually beyond-zero chill that makes John feel weird. He takes a step back in preparation for spectacular absconding.
"Yeah, I, uh. Gotta think about stuff, so talk to you laGamzee why are you holding underpants."
The troll blinks at him, then blinks down to his armful. "Whoa, hi there, Karkat's tiny pants."
John closes his mouth.( Read more... )
Warning for John-levels of sensitive discussion of issues that cropped up in awake at night.
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The stairs are just as easy to take on autopilot on the way up as on the way down. That means he can afford not to think or even look as he climbs, a hand trailing the wall. He knows this house by heart, every single angle and crevice, it's been his since farther than he can remember.
Hosting guests in it was awesome; having to give up part of his claim to it feels weird.
Don't say yes or no straight away, son, take the time to think about it, Dad told him, and he will... eventually. For now he's just going to turn his computer on and find some braincell-killing browser game and rack up a crapton of pixel points.
If it's a joke it's the biggest one Dad's ever played on him, but it's not funny. It's not bad-unfunny either, it's just... not joke material he guesses, and argh, he wasn't thinking about it.
Only as he passes by his dad's corridor he sees a flash of purple, and when he stops Gamzee is there, emerging from that door John himself hadn't dared to cross for the first thirteen years of his life.
His long arms are full of clothes. Huh.
"Yo, motherfucker."
John laughs back because he can't get enough of Gamzee's casual swearing. He wonders who will wear down first, Dad or him. "Yo."
"You uh, got your talk on with Hatdad all clear and proper, then?"
Hatdad. Funny nickname, only there's a touch of something that's almost nervousness in Gamzee's usually beyond-zero chill that makes John feel weird. He takes a step back in preparation for spectacular absconding.
"Yeah, I, uh. Gotta think about stuff, so talk to you laGamzee why are you holding underpants."
The troll blinks at him, then blinks down to his armful. "Whoa, hi there, Karkat's tiny pants."
John closes his mouth.( Read more... )