ACTION 07

[hamburellakind]

[So, having finally decided to make good on his hopbeast promise to Terezi, John finally returns to his room after a few days...well, not in the room his mirror infected with his cake fumes. It is only then that he sees his closet has been locked.

Oh. Okay.

Time to knock on Dave's door!]

Daaaaave! Why is there a lock on my closet?

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[urnewkingbitch.livejournal.com]

[Dave is chilling in his room, mixing some music. He doesn't hear the knock, but he does hear John's voice yelling for him. The blond takes off the headphones, and goes to open the door.]

Hey, Egbert. What did you want?

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[urnewkingbitch.livejournal.com]

[Pad...oh, right.]

Right, forgot about that. Yeah, lemme just get the key.

[Dave gestures for him to come in, since...he forgot where he put the stupid key.]

Basically, your mirror was spyin' on me through a hole in the wall he made. He tried to make another one, so I locked your closet and confiscated that damn drill of his.

[hamburellakind.livejournal.com]

[John feels like he should throw some big apology party over that guy. Sheesh.]

[urnewkingbitch.livejournal.com]

Don't worry about it. It's not like you were the one peepin'.

[At least Dave won't hold it against John.]

What're you gettin' Terezi?

[hamburellakind.livejournal.com]

[That makes sense, right? Whatever.]

[urnewkingbitch.livejournal.com]

I guess. Avoidin' your room like the plague, are we, Egbert? It's not like you're gonna catch your mirror's desperation.

[Key get!]

Got it.

[hamburellakind.livejournal.com]

[John leads the way back to his room, and if he was the hopbeast it would be more obvious that he's sniffing the air, suspicious that there might still be some cake hiding somewhere.]

[urnewkingbitch.livejournal.com]

Just grab some air fresheners or somethin'. Make it smell like pine or some shit instead.

[He follows along, and he can't help noticing that and make a jab at it.]

Should I give you a carrot and ask what's up, Doc?

[Dave walks over to the closet.]

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[>.>]

[urnewkingbitch.livejournal.com]

[Need to represent the Loony Toons, man.]

Right, I'll be sure to call you Bugs...or Lola.

[He messes with the combination, and luckily for John he remembers it.]

Anything but baked goods and the Batter Witch.

[hamburellakind.livejournal.com]

[John bounces over to the closet once Dave's gotten the lock off and opens the door, fully prepared to retrieve his...bunny.

Uh.

Whoops!

John returns from the dark of the closet holding a hopbeast of this (http://static.desktopnexus.com/thumbnails/12426-bigthumbnail.jpg) persuasion.]

[urnewkingbitch.livejournal.com]

[Dave stares at the small, very alive, definitely-not-a-plush bunny. And inwardly coos at how cute it is.]

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[There are inward coos everywhere.]



[John tries to check.]

[urnewkingbitch.livejournal.com]

[Cough.]

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[He extends the rabbit towards Dave, its belly out and its legs hanging. Inspect as you please, Dave.]

[urnewkingbitch.livejournal.com]

[He stares at the bunny.

He stares long and hard, pitying the poor thing. Dave regrets saying anything.]



[The blond takes the bunny, holding it gently. He sits down on John's bed, petting the little guy soothingly.]

[hamburellakind.livejournal.com]

[...But yeah he will look away.]

[urnewkingbitch.livejournal.com]

[He silently checks, though it's broken a few times by a hissed swear.]

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[Not that he's looking until Dave's done.]

[urnewkingbitch.livejournal.com]

[He gives the rabbit one last pat before handing it back to John.]

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[He thinks about it for a moment.]



[And after his run-in with Mirrorezi, he'd like to check up on Terezi.]

[hamburellakind.livejournal.com]

[Come on, Dave, John won't tell anybody you have feelings. Just say it.]



[Bodyguard in tow, he leads the way to Terezi's room and knocks.]

[turn4bout.livejournal.com]

[ You can tell you're heading the right direction. The hallway leading up to her room is coated in scalemates and doodles and broken arrows from her mirror-- it's pretty ridiculous.

Terezi peeks her head out at the knocking, a quick sniff determining who's come to visit. ]

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[hamburellakind.livejournal.com]

[Dave you are the best friend John has ever had, and he still kind of wants to smack you for that. >:|]



[He holds the rabbit up, legs dangling and ears flopped down.]

[turn4bout.livejournal.com]

[ She grins at Dave's comment and is about to retort when... ]



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[ She leans in close, sniffing. Her tongue slips out and licks an ear. ]



[ Terezi's genuinely surprised here. ]

[urnewkingbitch.livejournal.com]

[Dave glances at John.]

[hamburellakind.livejournal.com]

[OH NO TEREZI'S UPSET! ABSCOND BEFORE SHE DROWNS YOU IN SLOBBER OR SOMETHING!!!!

Or...not.]



[No relation to Casey's mother whatsoever.]

[turn4bout.livejournal.com]

[ She takes the bunny solemnly into her arms and then licks the crap out of his ears. ]



[ Is she grinning? Oh you'd better believe it. ]

[urnewkingbitch.livejournal.com]

[Poor rabbit.

Scratch that, poor Dave right now.]

[hamburellakind.livejournal.com]

[turn4bout.livejournal.com]

[urnewkingbitch.livejournal.com]

[hamburellakind.livejournal.com]

[...:|]

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[urnewkingbitch.livejournal.com]

[They love you, John, really. :D]

[hamburellakind.livejournal.com]

[That's not a good defense, is it?]

[turn4bout.livejournal.com]

[ Keeping the rabbit in one hand, Terezi executes swift and clean justice to a Mr. John Egbert. "Justice" in this case is taking a red sharpie from her pocket and coloring all over John's glasses. They are now coolkid shades. Your punishment is to remain a coolkid for the rest of your life. ]

[urnewkingbitch.livejournal.com]

[Cough. It's a cool cough, one that's almost-but-not-really there.]

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[turn4bout.livejournal.com]

[ She retreats back into her room, slamming the door while cackling. The rabbit will probably learn to eat chalk and things it finds in the closet. It will be well cared for. ]