-- ectoBiologist [EB] began pestering entranceway 17 --

[hamburellakind]

okay so
nobody freak out!
but i haven't seen dave since the event.
his room is still all dave-like, so he didn't go home or anything.
but i can't find him!
and i think i know why.
hehehehe.
so if anybody knows where he is,
let me know.
we have a...
let's call it an appointment.
hehehehehehe

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[urnewkingbitch.livejournal.com]

[JK;LFDASJKL;EAWHKFEAWHJK Luckily, the spoon hadn't been in his mouth at the time. Unfortunately for him, the cereal was, and he was currently choking on it.

Damn it, John.]

[hamburellakind.livejournal.com]

[John just tickles harder! If Dave's going to hold back and pretend he's not TOTALLY LAUGHING right now, John will make him!!!!!!!!]

This is his IM PISSED OFF AT YOU EGBERT face.

[urnewkingbitch.livejournal.com]

[Yep, definitely choking. Fuck fuck fuck fuck. Dave flails and smacks him on the head for being a complete dumbass, before falling on his knees, clutching at his throat.

Ohgodohgodohgod WHAT IS BREATHING?

HOW CAN HE BREATHE WITH NO AIR?]

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Oh shit, DAVE!

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[hamburellakind.livejournal.com]

Wh-- what do I do?! Oh my God!

[urnewkingbitch.livejournal.com]

[He gestures for the Heimlich Maneuver, and tries to finger spell CPR in the hopes that he knows the alphabet in ASL.]

[hamburellakind.livejournal.com]

[Luckily the sign for C is pretty self explanatory and John catches on remarkably quickly.

He does not, however, think everything through.

He shoves Dave to the ground, pulling his friend's head back (like in the movies) and then starts pushing on his chest over and over for a lot of counts which he probably should know the actual number for (from movies) and then, summoning all the power of his windy thing, he started blowing air down his friend's throat. With his mouth. On Dave's mouth.]

[urnewkingbitch.livejournal.com]

[Man. If John doesn't kill him, Dave probably will. Again.

At least it forced the cereal down into his stomach. Dave bopped him on the head again to try making him stop with the lung filling.]

[hamburellakind.livejournal.com]

[John popped off, eyes wild.]

ARE YOU OKAY OH MY GOD I AM SO SORRY I CAN'T BELIEVE I DID THAT SHIT DID I HURT YOU OH GOD THAT WAS SO NOT WHAT I MEANT TO DO AT ALL I AM SO SORRY!

[urnewkingbitch.livejournal.com]

[Dave coughs for a bit, sitting up. When he thinks he can breathe and speak at the same, he does so.]

That...was way low on the fun scale. Definitely don't recommend a repeat performance.

[The blond sighs.]

Man, next time, just look before you leap. I'm not hurt, but fuck.

[Also, keeping this from Bro. Definitely keeping it from Bro.]

[hamburellakind.livejournal.com]

[John just kind of sits there, staring.]

I-- I just wanted to make good on my promise!

[Pause.]

The tickling! Not the making you choke, nobody made me promise that.

[Or the kind-of-almost kissing, either.]

[urnewkingbitch.livejournal.com]

[He snorts.]

Kinda figured it'd be the ticklin' bullshit, Egbert.

[Hnn, Dave might as well get that over with and get it out of John's system, though. The blond shrugs.]

If you still wanna do that, I'm not gonna stop you.

[hamburellakind.livejournal.com]

...It feels tainted now.

[Fidget.]

[urnewkingbitch.livejournal.com]

I'm not in the mood to have another bite of cereal for the rest of the day, so I guess we're even. Shit, next time, just ambush me in my room or somethin'? At least then I probably won't have food waiting to murder me.

[hamburellakind.livejournal.com]

I really didn't think that this would happen! I mean, I just, I promised lil you! Because you're so linefacey all the time...

I think I prefer linefacey and alive, though.

[urnewkingbitch.livejournal.com]

Yeah, well, next time you'll know.

Also, we're keepin' this from Bro, unless you want a random ninja attack from him.

[hamburellakind.livejournal.com]

Oh God.

Yeah...that's okay. And we should probably not tell Terezi either. She might not take it too well.

...Although, you are alive. So there is that.

[urnewkingbitch.livejournal.com]

Nah, don't think she'd take an assassination attempt on her monorail pale whatever thing all that nicely. TZ and Bro would probably team up to reap holy justice.

[He shrugs.]

So long as they don't know, you'll be fine.

Other than the failed tickle attack and CPR, you plannin' anythin' else with me?

[hamburellakind.livejournal.com]

No, I was just trying to make good on my tickle--

[CPR.

CPR

CPR ON DAVE'S MOUTH.]

Oh gosh.