In darkness, she is all I see

[knightime]

Who: Dave Strider and John Egbert
Where: Their apartment
When: While Dave is still part bird
Rating: PG-13 for language
Summary: Dave is exhibiting some birdlike tendencies. While it is slightly endearing, it's still really fucking annoying.
The Log:

Within the week, Dave had finally gotten the hang of walking and he even kind of knew how to fly. He also learned how to pick up things with his feet, seeing as hands weren't a viable option anymore. All and all, Dave was mostly functional despite the strange transformation. If anything, it seemed being whatever he was ended up being a slight disservice. He couldn't partake in the usual things he enjoyed and he always needed John to help him with his device. His hearing and eyesight improved in an alarmingly terrible way ("John, stop shouting.").

Most of all, Dave couldn't help himself to doing ridiculous bird things. Like the fact he stole the blankets and pillows to make some pseudo nest thing in the corner. That, and his need to collect shiny things around their apartment and horde them in said nest.

That being said, when John wakes up, he'll find that his glasses are missing. Now where did they go?

Comments

[knightime]

Dude, Dave's service hours are so closed right now. They are the most closed. He is way the fuck passed out and he doesn't plan on being up for another few hours. Anything before noon is just ungodly for him.

Maybe John can make out the giant blob in the corner where Dave has made his rather shitty nest made of shitty things. The large sploch of black is probably Dave, who's pretty much asleep at the moment. The grumble he makes when John calls out means he's now awake, but hell if he isn't going to try to fall back asleep.

[hammerkinds]

It took John a while to make his way down the hall and involved becoming intimately acquainted with the wall as he felt along it. He finally made it to the living room, a victory!!, and squinted around. He could barely make out a blob of shit, but once he did he walked over, confident that there wouldn't be anything on the floor because they didn't really have anything.

Except he tripped over a pile of their cooking utensils and fell face flat down onto the pile and partially onto one (1) Dave Strider. Good luck trying to fall back asleep now, spectacle thief!! Except he hadn't planned that at all.

"Dave! Have you seen my glasses?"

[knightime]

Dave pretty much made the strangest squawk noise that either of them probably ever heard. Dude, what the hell. He was sleeping thank you very much. He tried to shove the other off, but it was more like harmless nudging with his wings. That, and Dave was definitely fluffing his feathers up in some strange way to look more menacingly? Fuck, birds are weird.

"How should I know? Get off." Actually, its probably sitting on top of all the shiny junk Dave accumulated, but whatever. He would tell you, but he kind of forgot he took them in the first place.

[hammerkinds]

John spluttered, shoving the wing out of his face so he wasn't getting mouthfuls of feathers while he groped around the top of the pile for his glasses. He could almost make out something shiny on the farthest side of the pile, so he crawled over Dave to reach it and felt around again and- ah hah!

"Dude, you know because you took them." Said as he slid them back on his face and blinked a few times while his vision cleared. He sat back, staring down at the pile of junk.

"So that is where the sheet went! And- are these my suits? What the heck?"

[knightime]

Dave was just whining at this point. He was obviously awake at this point and just buried his face into the sheet more than he already had. "You're fattttttt. Get the fuck off me. It's too fucking early to do this, dude."

Oh did he? He probably did, but forgot. Whatever, not that he cares.

"Fuck off, okay." He's not explaining himself. He doesn't even know if you can hear him with everything muffled.