strideways | >Dave: Serenade your bro.

[ Lo, what's this? Another network post? And by none other than Dave Casanova Strider himself.

He turns the 'Gear on to the sight of him standing outside what some might recognize as the Otherhouse in Goldenrod City. He's bending over a guitar case, which is seen in bits and pieces as he shifts the camera around while taking out the guitar. ]

So it's Valentine's Day, right? And since this place is like the Land of Roses and Romantic Blowjobs right now, I figure there's no better time to express my deepest bosom feelings for my best bro. Obviously a gesture this ironic can't go unseen, so I'm immortalizing it on the network.

[ He slips the guitar strap over his head, then backs up, handing the 'Gear to a Pokémon helper. (The cheerful 'Squirtle!' might give away Kanye's identity.) The camera pans from Dave, picking out a few notes, to the window above.

After an experimental array of notes, Dave begins playing. As the song starts, Kanye turns the 'Gear back to him to capture the performance, and when it finishes, returns to the window to catch a final shot of one John Egbert, looking out.

The feed ends to the sound of some bystanders' applause. ]

[ ooc; for action responses, feel free to be one of those bystanders who happened upon this charming little scene, or an Otherhouse resident looking out their own window to see what the chords are about!

tags won't be until tomorrow, though. sorry, guys! ♥ ]

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[No Dave, he did not snot in it, that wouldn't be romantic at all! A tissue just seemed like a better idea than throwing his boxers. (Which he seriously considered doing for for a good 30 seconds or so).]

Happy Valentine's Day to you too, sugarlips.

I was gonna get you flowers like I did all the other girls, but then I realized you deserved something special. Something a grade above the usual wholehearted romantic gesture. A gift that would transcend irony itself.

And here we are.

[He clasps both hands over his heart. He is so touched, Dave. Truly, deeply touched.]

Please tell me that you recorded it and that you can send me a copy. So I can look back on this moment fondly. Not that I haven't already etched it permanently into my brain but still. It would be nice to have forever.

'Course I did. This moment can last forever, just like our love.

[ Mock-solemn, but he's having a hard time not grinning. ]

Awww, that is so sweet. Though now I feel bad that my gift to you is not so long-lasting. Though hopefully you will enjoy it for however long you make it last.

[TRULY DISTRAUGHT.]

Baby, you are your gift to me.

[ With hand over heart. ]

[Swoon.]

Even so, I still made you a little something anyway. Stay right there and I will bring it out to you.

[ Dave obliges, leaning against the wall of the house and shooing away the onlookers. Boys need their privacy for these kinds of romantic exchanges, after all. ]

[Oh yes, they certainly do. Especially when one of those boys thought it would be an amazing idea to completely and totally unironically don an apron for this exchange. Luckily it's not frilly or anything but still. Had anybody else seen this, he would have been pretty mortified later.]

[But at the moment John isn't thinking about that. You know, when you're going to give your best bro a chocolate cake after he serenaded you at the window, the housewife in an apron thing just makes sense.]

[I hope you like chocolate Dave. Because John totally made you a small, double layer chocolate cake covered in chocolate frosting and topped with...okay well those little heart-shaped red hots aren't chocolate but he couldn't not sprinkle them all over the top. Because you're hot stuff. And he loves you. ~~jk.~~ No but seriously he loves you so much that you get a whole damn cake to yourself instead of cupcakes.]

Ta da!

[ Dave looks John over as he comes out, because he's wearing a goddamn apron and he'll probably laugh him right out of town after the warm and fuzzies fade, but for now, he just thinks it's cute. John is the best housewife. It is him.

He's pretty quickly distracted by the cake, though. Whether or not he likes chocolate (and he likes it just fine, thanks), the red hots are what wins him over. Oh, John, you know him so well.

He plucks one off the cake and proceeds to press it gently to John's lips to prompt him to eat it. ]

You're killing me, babe.

>Dave: Serenade your bro.

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action; has the gayness reached critical mass yet? i really can't tell.

action; I think NOW it has.