[pchooooo — there go all his hopes and dreams, deflating him like a balloon when the whole thing gets called off. which .... yeah, that’s still pretty apt, especially so as he straightens, feet finally settling on the floor. he’s a deflated Dave balloon that’s no longer floating.]
[it’s not anybody’s fault; it’s not like paying for the space utilities is in either of their realms of control. hell, it’ll most likely be funny as fuck later on, when they make it to round two or three or whatever dates they have that don’t end up in blackouts. and Dave’s not mad, either, just. deflated — it had been nice, even with the whole cow pie brouhaha. and he also has his nakodile brain that’s still nakking aggressively at him about why didn’t you just kiss him when you had the chance you dingus!! now that the nakodile brain knows the snogging’s officially been canceled.]
Yeah. All right. [he bites his lip, before settling his features down into the usual flat expression.]
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[it’s not anybody’s fault; it’s not like paying for the space utilities is in either of their realms of control. hell, it’ll most likely be funny as fuck later on, when they make it to round two or three or whatever dates they have that don’t end up in blackouts. and Dave’s not mad, either, just. deflated — it had been nice, even with the whole cow pie brouhaha. and he also has his nakodile brain that’s still nakking aggressively at him about why didn’t you just kiss him when you had the chance you dingus!! now that the nakodile brain knows the snogging’s officially been canceled.]
Yeah. All right. [he bites his lip, before settling his features down into the usual flat expression.]
What’re you gonna do exactly?