"Wha--" Dave, for a second, stills just as Aradia moves in front of him. For a second, the coolkid facade breaks a bit as his brow furrows and the straight line of his mouth moves enough to be considered a possible maybe frown. Thanks to all the witches, vampires, werewolves, and shit, the activity could be enough to have spirits be seen if someone spots them at the right time in the right space in the right light if the air is decent enough. It almost looks like he could see her but the moment is ruined since a mood killer runs headlong at him faster than a sudden image of Nana Egbert sporting the latest version of Bro's smuppet swimwear and oh christ he really likes making it hard on him.
Dale finds enough breath from Chip's bungled snuggle session to charge like a bull seeing red on a Spaniard during the Pamplona encierro and Dave is the Spainard wearing the bitchingest red during the encierrno so ándale ándale for him please hold the phone as he rolls to the side and sticks his foot out, making the guy trip and fall face first to the pavement.
Eat the aftertaste of knockoff converse sneakers and glitter, bitch. Dave got rid of one of them for now and he looked fabulous in his orange feathered boa/cape thing too. Watch him get on Hot Hillingdon Monthly after this. Dave Strider, tagteamed by two buff beefcakes and gives all he's got and what spunk what determination what oh hey looks like Chip got him in a headlock.
"Whoa dude how about some personal spa--aurgh." Chip tightens his headlock harder in response and Dave is now starting to wear the bitchingest red but it was on his face and it was going to clash with cape how tacky. Oh yeah he was suffocating too under the hands of a giant sweatasaurus. "I could, er, use a miracle mile over here, falling rock skies perouugn-- Easy there, champ! Gotta buy me dinner fuuurgh."
i like to think it is and these two i love them aaaah
Dale finds enough breath from Chip's bungled snuggle session to charge like a bull seeing red on a Spaniard during the Pamplona encierro and Dave is the Spainard wearing the bitchingest red during the encierrno so ándale ándale for him please hold the phone as he rolls to the side and sticks his foot out, making the guy trip and fall face first to the pavement.
Eat the aftertaste of knockoff converse sneakers and glitter, bitch. Dave got rid of one of them for now and he looked fabulous in his orange feathered boa/cape thing too. Watch him get on Hot Hillingdon Monthly after this. Dave Strider, tagteamed by two buff beefcakes and gives all he's got and what spunk what determination what oh hey looks like Chip got him in a headlock.
"Whoa dude how about some personal spa--aurgh." Chip tightens his headlock harder in response and Dave is now starting to wear the bitchingest red but it was on his face and it was going to clash with cape how tacky. Oh yeah he was suffocating too under the hands of a giant sweatasaurus. "I could, er, use a miracle mile over here, falling rock skies perouugn-- Easy there, champ! Gotta buy me dinner fuuurgh."