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[oculusriffs]

TG: this is going to be fucking stupid isnt it


[want to get in touch with Dave? you can leave a TEXT, VOICE, or VIDEO message — or alternatively, he shouldn't be too hard to track down in person.]

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[flyingsolos]

What's good for colds again? Oranges? Apples?

[oculusriffs]

[... ping!]

apple juice
give me like five minutes ill bring you some

[flyingsolos]

I sense a trend with you.

[oculusriffs]

i havent heard of a single problem that a bottle of aj cant solve
colds
wars probably
cold wars even
find a surprise apple juice in your closet and its like fuckin christmas
better than any dumb shitty holiday toy trend by a mile
but especially furbies

[yeah, Dave was just babbling via text at her the entire time he was gathering up an appropriate amount of apple juice. because at around the five minute mark, there he is at her door.]

[flyingsolos]

[ Incredible. Rion can't even comment on the furbies because suddenly he's at her door, and she's opening it.

She definitely looks like she's dealing with a bad cold, but don't say that to her face. ]

So now I know what to get you for Christmas.

[oculusriffs]

[... why, what's she gonna do if he says it to her face? Dave, uh. sort of has a poor brain-to-mouth filter.]

Furbies, right. [he says it a bit deadpan, as he holds out the cold-fighting goods. it's a bottle of apple juice from the special reserves. you know, the magic void!]

[flyingsolos]

And a stocking full of apple juice.

[ But bless Dave, she's just going to accept that with no complaints whatsoever. ]

[oculusriffs]

[oh man, Rion would be giving him the chance to hold a bottle of apple juice up triumphantly, saying that it is, in fact, actually fucking Christmas up in here.]

Looking forward to it. You gonna be all right?

[which comes a lot more morbid than he intended. he just means to ask if she needs anything else.]

[flyingsolos]

I think I'll manage to avoid dying.

[ dryly. ]

[oculusriffs]

I'm holding you to that.

[said with an equal measure of dryness and a note of ... dead ... seriousness.]

What I meant though, was, did you want anything else? [Dave is entertaining company, at least, if he isn't an effective gopher.]

[flyingsolos]

Do you think generic cold medicine works on robot flu?

[ She can at least sound hopeful. ]

[oculusriffs]

Don't see why not.

'Course, that comes with the caveat that I have no idea what's in cold medicine, so you'd basically be puttin' faith in the idea that whatever void I'm pulling this rhyming shit from will know.

[flyingsolos]

If it won't kill me, I'd risk it. Besides, it's coming from you, and I'd trust you with my life.

... If it makes me loopy, though, no blackmail.

[oculusriffs]

[what if it does kill you, Rion? WHAT THEN.]

[but, oh. it can be hard to read Dave's expression sometimes, but right now, it ... actually might be even moreso. that's just the face he makes when he's looking inward, seeing all the times something has gone wrong that he's come to blame himself for, and silently promising not to let Rion down here, either.]

Buzzkill. [rude. but it's said with more of a muted fondness than anything.]

What flavor you thinking?

[flyingsolos]

Orange. Or grape, I guess, they all kind of taste the same kind of awful.

[ She's definitely wondering about that look on his face, though-- rather, wondering what it even means, because it seems like he's not even there with her in that minute.

It's... definitely strange. Maybe a little concerning. ]

[oculusriffs]

[hey, there's no need for concern, he's not the one coming down with an acute case of roberculosis.]

I'll do orange. [that's only because she didn't suggest apple!!]

[also because he thinks he's a metaphorically sick enough rapper that he can rhyme orange without it sounding stupid. and, it doesn't sound stupid exactly — more like dorky? like the kind of dorky where you rhyme orange and storage. but it does do the trick.]

[flyingsolos]

[ She really should have thought of what would have rhymed more easily to give him a breather. Sorry, Dave!!

Rion is very impressed, though. ]

[oculusriffs]

[it's cool, like he's said before, he hasn't met a word he can't rhyme yet.]

[but he wordlessly hands the bottle of cold meds on over — not on account of him not having anymore words handy, but on account of that being his third rhyme for the day. he'll just have to keep those words to himself.]

[flyingsolos]

You're seriously the best, you know that?

[ maybe she'll actually be able to sleep peacefully. ]

[oculusriffs]

[he only has something of a half shrug as an answer for that. yeah, he knows he's pretty great! or at least, his convenience store game has been damn strong.]

[that's his hubris talking. emoting. just wait until he tries rapping up soup later.]

[in any case, Dave lifts his hand, so he can fire off a text or five.]

there arent instructions on there right
yeah ive got no idea what a dose is supposed to be
so i dunno
take a swig and text in the morning i guess

[flyingsolos]

I promise not to drink the whole bottle, but a swig sounds safe.

[ ... she can hope. ]

[oculusriffs]

[it'll be fine! most likely.]

[Dave can't really do much aside from put faith in his magic, as much as he'd like to try to figure something out, so ... thumbs up it is.]