running out of time

yet the ticking never stops

Anonymous asked: Do you know a Rose?

i knew a rose yeah but these days im pretty much surrounded by just insufferable pricks and dorky assholes

makes a guy kind of miss having a snarky broad around

evilbuster:

You sigh and tug on his hand again. Did he have to make everything difficult? You frown and talk, worry in your voice and expression uncertain but stubborn. “Dad called and said there was someone there that looked like me. I think it might be an evil clone or something, but I want to make sure that he’s okay.”

Without waiting, you let go of his hand, turn on your heel, and walk out the door, grabbing your wallet on the way out. “Come on, Dave! If you have questions, then talk and walk, talk and walk!”

Homesickness may also factor into your rush to get home, but honestly? You have a terrible feeling about this and you’re not going to let even your obligation to Dave get in the way of making sure your dad is safe and sound.


“Fuck.” An evil clone? John totally does not deserve this shit after already going through so much with you. You hurry after him, pausing only to close the door before following him down the hall. “What did they want?”

So much for telling him your news. You wanted to let him know that, with The Tailorbird busting your last hope, you were thinking about giving up your quest to go home. Maybe his dad would give you a job at the bakery, and you could finally earn your keep as the two of you continue fighting crime and living together— whatever. It’s not like this is your last chance to tell him you want to stay with him or anything.

There’ll be plenty of time after you sort out this evil clone mess and figure out how to avoid your alpha self.

evilbuster:

You grin and jump to your feet. He sounds like he’s tired, but you’re a little too wound up to worry too much. You’ll feel bad about it later, but you have to worry about dad. Dave can sleep on the way.

Assuming he even wants to leave.

You grab his hand and swallow. “Awesome! But now we have to go!” Your shoes are on, as is your coat. “I’ll explain on the way, but we have to get to Sburbia ASAP! Dad called, and he needs us.” You tug a little on his hand, urging him to follow you out the door.


“Wait, what?” Before you can even tell him what you found out, he’s tugging you back toward the door. You dig in your heels automatically, not used to him taking the friend-leader role where you’re concerned. “John—”

He’s fidgeting, obviously unhappy about your resistance. “Explain what? What’s up?”

Anonymous asked: Have you ever hated yourself for having your power? :O

whoa back up there

i am way too cool to indulge in petty shenanigans like pity or self loathing

but if i was a less stellar dude then yeah probably

this godforsaken ticking would drive anyone nuts

Anonymous asked: DAVE. PLEASE TELL ME. HOW DO I STOP BEING IRONIC?! D:

sorry dude its a genetic condition

theres no cure

youll have to learn to live with it

good news is this means youre cool and thus set for life

Anonymous asked: What do you think of Peanuts?

peanuts as in the family friendly comic or the food my best bro is deathly allergic to

because if its the latter then keep them the fuck away from egbert