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[Without missing a beat, Gary answers his question even if he didn't want him to.]

Observant.

[That's all he says before he starts casually scanning all the sweets. Passing most of them; too sweet, too sweet, too sweet...etc.]

[Holy fuck. You know what? Fine. He'll shoot back his own one-word reply.]

Projecting.

[There, Gary. Fixed that for you.

As Dave puts his focus back on the task at hand, he's beginning to think that maybe he's out of luck. Cupcakes with frosting, cookies covered in sprinkles... He seriously doubts Gary will go for anything like that, and besides; the goal here is chocolate. Then, out of the corner of his eye, he spots something that might actually do.]

...Hey. What do you think of this?

[He gestures to the macarons with a nod of his head.]

You sure are.

[Sorry Dave, but it is physically impossible for Gary to give up the final word unless it somehow fits into a more sinister plan.

He was turning his nose up at basically every sweet he came across when Dave calls his attention. He notes the "bitter" on the sign.]

Oh, you remembered.

[Snicker, and a shrug. Yeah, that shrug is his answer. That's helpful, right? Well it better be because he's getting distracted by some ugly looking cake decoration off to the side, which he sneers at indignantly. People pay for this crap?]

[WHY DOES HE HANG OUT WITH YOU.

After a brief moment of just wanting to flip Gary dual birds, Dave decides, "fuck it," and grabs a few boxes. He turns briefly towards the checkout counter, but then he notices Gary staring at that decoration.]

Dude, if you'd rather I buy that one for you instead, just say it straight out. It ain't a thing to be embarrassed about.

[From the expression on Gary's face and from, well, the fact that it's Gary, Dave knows that probably isn't actually the case.

But he has to get back at Gary somehow, and this is how he's opted to do it.]

[The sneer fades as Gary turns to Dave, a brow raised. Wow, was that a comeback of sorts? The upward twitch of his lips suggests that he's more amused by that than anything. Oh Dave. Oh Dave.

Maybe he should be impressed at how hard he's trying.

Nah.]

What's your obsession with showering me in gifts?

[He shrugs.]

What's yours with picking out my wardrobe?

[It's a control thing, damn. He should be grateful he's not walking around in a bunny outfit right now.]

I got you a hat once. On Christmas. Why are you always deflecting?

[The shirt doesn't count because you didn't wear it, you bunghole.]

[Just gonna ignore that question about deflection.]

You were also so invested in the idea of seeing me in that shirt you picked out earlier you tried to fence me into a store, so like, I'm just saying. The chocolate-gifting equivalent of that would be if I pried your mouth open and tried to force feed you like we were playing a reenactment of Se7en and you ended up being the poor fuck to get stuck with the role of Gluttony, so.

[Fuck you, it totally counts.]

[In a mocking, sing-song voice.]

Deflecting, Strider~

[Please did you think he was going to let that go?]

[Yeah, nope. Fuck this.

He's just going to turn right around with his macarons and throw his haul onto that checkout counter, without even acknowledging that.]

[Wow, look at that smug face Gary's sporting, hovering around Dave and looking at him as if he expects that alone will make him crumble into dust from lack of being able to keep it together.]

Silence is a form of deflecting too.

[Hah. This is hilarious.]

[Dave doesn't reply immediately. He just lets the cashier ring him up and bag his items, and as he finishes paying and starts to walk away, it seems like he may have just learned to let Gary's quip roll off his back.

Then, as he approaches the exit to the store, he suddenly wheels around. With the flattest expression on his face and a tone to match, he begins to talk.]

Yeah, you caught me. I've got the unironic hots for you and just can't spit it out. This is step one in my prolonged, complex, and meticulously thought-out courtship ritual. When I hand this shit-- [he rattles his bag a little] --over to you and you nonchalantly bring it back to your place to eat for later, one day you'll be sitting there just chewing on a macaron and suddenly your teeth'll hit something hard and it'll turn out I used my powers to poof like, a goddamn wedding ring in there, so what I'm saying is make sure you don't end up, like, scarfing those motherfuckers down in one bite or anything. My plan basically hinges on you being a thoughtful chewer, 'cause it'd put a real damper on things if you ended up inhaling it or choking on it or even just straight up swallowing it. Are we done here.

[The first fit of silence seemed more like a reaction, and therefor was actually funny. This time it seemed to be a lack of one, which only annoyed Gary. He follows behind with an unimpressed expression when Dave suddenly spins around. Gary stops and quirks a brow.

That was a reaction.

Gary almost says something but decides against it. Instead he merely stares at Dave, waiting to see if he would immediately realize how embarrassing he was just being, or if he'd wonder what he just said to have Gary stare at him with such a flat expression - maybe a hint of faux surprise too? Did Gary take him seriously? Is he just in awe of how stupid that spiel was? Or if Dave would be halfway impressive and just turn and walk away.

He was curious.]

[He stares back, face placid. Fuck you, he knows what this is. He's not going to be the one to crack first.]

[And then, as the silence stretches on, sweat starts to form on his brow.

Fuck you, say something. Say something. Don't just stare at him like that, what the fuck is wrong with you, you colossal fucking douchenozzle. You immense asshole. Say. Something.]

[Okay, fine, he's the one to break eye contact first. Stop staring at him like that, you're making him feel insecure.]

What.

[Gary would be impressed with Dave opting to engage Gary in a stare down if he didn't already know the outcome. Because, honestly. He knows Dave, and he knows himself. It was an uphill battle. And that hill was paved with glass shards and Dave was barefoot. Gary's all too aware of that. So he remains silent.

Annnd there it is.

He's not surprised at the result. But that doesn't make it any less funny. Which is why he bursts out into a fit of snickers as he begins to walk around Dave and head out the bakery.]

[Stop snickering.]

Prick.

[Gary's propensity for taking the lead is something that Dave is grateful for at times like this, because if Gary's in front of him, that means Gary can't see him. Thank fuck for that; he feels like his face was just lit on fire, holy shit.

He's just going to take this time to trail behind Gary a little and regain his bearings.]

[Predictably, Gary seems perfectly content at the moment. He hasn't stopped smirking and he's walking like he owns the place. Not that it's particularly new for him, but it's been a while. He ignores the comment by Dave. It's a sign of his frustration, after all.]

Tell me you have something actually fun in mind now.

[Putting the pressure on Dave still, of course. If that little experience in the clothing shop has taught Gary anything is that he has to keep him on his toes.]

Uh.

[Dave glances around. He's still holding these goddamn macarons, so maybe they should just drop these off at Gary's place and call it a day. But it feels like it's been ages since he's gotten to hang out with Gary like this, so maybe...]

Do you maybe wanna go catch a movie.

[Gary doesn't know if he has the patience for a movie right now. He had to really be in that state where he could sit still for 45 minutes without walking away, or shutting it off. On his best days all he does is start picking apart whatever movie he's watching. His attention span for everyday mundane things has never been very great.

But it's not like he was promising to behave. Besides, he's bored. He's at a stage in his plan where he has to play the waiting game. The hell else is he going to do until things start kicking off? Dave brought him here so he's not bailing out now, nope.

He shrugs, looking less than enthused but agreeable enough. For now.]

As long as it's not some hour long bore fest, fine.

Cool.

[Dave didn't have a specific movie in mind when he suggested it, so now his eyes travel over to the posters on display. One catches his attention, and his thoughts immediately go back to the horror movie marathon they had on Halloween. If nothing else, a horror movie's screams were usually enough to keep a person from falling asleep; and if it turned out to be a bad movie, well, they could just spend their time making fun of it.

He gestures to it.]

How about that one?

[Gary inspects the poster. He immediately doesn't think it's going to be any good but Dave has always been receptive to his constant shit talking of a movie, unlike most people who just tell him to shut up because for whatever reason they enjoy drivel. Maybe he wont get so antsy during it.]

Wow, it looks like trash. Perfect.

[That is indeed a "yes".]

[Heck yes.

It doesn't take long for Dave to secure two tickets for the two of them, and when they take their seats and the movie starts, it isn't even a few minutes in before they're ripping into everything. The melodramatic acting, the lines, the special effects... The people in the seats near them shoot them pointed glares and shhhh loudly at the, but they don't pay it much mind.

The first half of the movie is pretty weird for what looked from its poster to be a monster flick; the main character ends up trapped in an elevator with amnesia, then ends up dialing every number in her phone's contact list for someone who can help her. To her great confusion, each and every last person who answers the phone reacts with increasing schadenfreude when they hear about their situation, and not a single one wants to help her.

Turns out she probably wasn't the nicest person before she hit her head and lost her memories.

As the movie goes on, the plot takes a turn for the conspiratorial; vague allusions to scientific experimentation are made, until - right when it seemed like the movie would end without any trace of a monster on-screen - a grotesque rat finally makes its entrance, chewing its way into the elevator from above. It immediately sets to attacking her, chomping away at her arm as she shrieks and tries to bat it away.

Dave quirks his brows.]

Holy shit.

[It started off good. Not the movie, but the act of sitting down and watching the horrible performances and picking apart the plot holes. It wasn't until the scene where the protagonist is calling a bunch of people who refuse to help her...apparently she was too shitty for their delicate sensibilities. He couldn't shake the thoughts creeping into his head about his dreams...being stuck in Happy Volts, no one - not even his own parents giving half a shit. Because they didn't like the kind of person he turned out to be.

It's fine, though, because he didn't have too long to dwell on that when a disgusting rat-creature attacked the women. Chomping away on her arm isn't really what bothers him, but that nasty...obviously germ infested thing...ugh. He can't help but imagine how infected your arm would probably get from just a scratch from those yellow, bloody teeth. That thing probably lives in shit and eats trash when its not snacking on people...

Gary brings a hand to his mouth...casually, to stave off the impending nausea. Not that it works. Wow that person who just stood up off to the side is way more interesting than the shitshow going on before him. Disgusting. Disgusting.]

Lame...

[Yeah...yeah that's what it is. Lame.]

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