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The one movie in existence with...

[Okay, you know what? He's not going to finish that thought. Because if he finishes that thought he's going to hurl.]

Ugh...

[He wants to go home. He wants to go home and throw up and take a stupid nap or something. But he can't go showing weakness like that so he just...straightens up...smooths over his jacket...straightens collar.

He still looks kinda shit but he's just going to take one least breath and...]

Let's go.

[Not because he's sick or anything nah.]

[Slight concern is still written on his face when Gary straightens himself up, but Dave doesn't say anything about it. He'll just walk few steps behind Gary and keep an eye on him to make sure he doesn't look like he's in any immediate danger of keeling over or anything.

Once they do reach Gary's house, though, Dave has to admit to feeling a little disappointed that it was already over.]

So, uh. Today was... [He feels like "fun" might not be the word to use when their outing managed to go horrendously wrong in so many ways, but...]

Maybe we could do it again sometime.

[At least getting out of that packed mall and into the fresh hair seemed to do him wonders. It helps that he eventually was able to banish every single thought of that movie from his mind. At least for now. He had been busy reflecting on the day he just had...because while Dave making an ass out of himself was nothing out of the ordinary that whole incident in the clothing shop changed how Gary perceived the two of them.

He's ready to just go inside, but Dave is talking.

"Maybe we could do it again sometime"

Sometimes Dave was just asking for it, he swears. Gary fully turns back towards Dave, looking almost exasperated. Maybe he was just tired but he couldn't manage a full on look of incredulity this time.]

Seriously, Dave. Now you're really making it sound like a date.

What-- [Oh goddammit.]

That's not gonna magically become more true the more times you say it.

[So stop saying it already. It doesn't even bother him.]

[...Okay fine it bothers him a little.]

It was a legit question.

[Just have the most unimpressed look Gary can muster, Dave. He can't believe you're calling that a "legit question". Or maybe he can. Maybe he should expect something so dumb coming out of your mouth. Dave Strider, you are the biggest loser he has ever met.]

[And because of that he can't help but burst out into laughter. If Gary didn't know how deep Dave's river of denial ran Gary would be offended that he thought he could stand there and bullshit to him as often as he does. He would be offended that someone could have so little grasp of human interaction that they thought any of the things Dave says or does are considered "legit".]

--Dave, hahaha!

[Cackling.mp3]

[Only Gary Smith can inspire the weirdest combination of embarrassed, outraged, and genuinely hurt in Dave Strider.]

Okay, fine, you know what? Forget I asked.

[And the power he has to inspire such things puts a smile on his face.]

Dude, relax. Why are you so bent out of shape?

[A tiny prick of unease hits him as he considers Gary's question (because knowing Gary "I'm not" would probably just inspire more laughter), and he decides he doesn't care to think about it.]

'Cause you don't know when to give the joke a rest, dude.

[Clearly.]

[It's kind of too bad because Gary laughs again anyway, but at least this time it's more of a snicker. He turns to walk into his house, stopping right at the door before turning back again.]

Word of advice, Dave. Remember those flashing neon signs we talked about? I'd work on them.

[GODDAMMIT WHAT'D HE LITERALLY JUST FUCKING SAY]

[Ah. Wait.

A heaviness in his hand reminds him that he's still toting around that bag with the macarons.]

Wait.

[Gary had turned the knob, pausing to look back with a sigh. What now???]

Yeah?

[He rattles the bag a little.]

You forgot this.

[Oh.

Well the good news is Gary doesn't make any quip, he doesn't snicker or laugh. But when he walks over and grabs the bag he has the most annoyingly knowing smirk on his face that he's worn all day.

And after he grabs the bag, he stands there and holds the smirk for a very brief moment and somehow it manages to intensify in smug. As if this look says more than any insult or mocking words could ever say.

Then he turns back to walk into his house.]

See you tomorrow, loser.

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