More Dove Stuff
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rokkettodan Dove rubbed her eyes with a groan before she continued to glare at the sketchbook before her. Nothing seemed to be coming out right, and Bandcamp blasting through her ears didn't seem to be helping nearly as much as it usually did. She sighed for probably the nineteenth time that hour, slouching back into her bed, legs stretching out from their crossed position to get a bit more feeling in them. She rolled her ankles and cracked her toes, her head falling back against the side of the mattress as she contemplated what she could do to ease this bullshit artist block of hers. There was only two more days before the café got busy with the holiday rush, and she wanted to get at least one more piece done before her schedule became too hectic to accomidate that.
From: johnnycakes
why did you leave me standing in a world so cold?
From: johnnycakes
maybe i'm just like my father ooh too maybe i'm just like my mother.
From: johnnycakes
she's never satisfied.
Ok, no, she needed to get him to stop texting her and start using pesterchum. He was definitely more of a social butterfly than he would ever admit too. She quickly went into her phone and messed with the settings, feeling a bit better when she'd fucked enough with the color scheme so that his texts came in specific colors, just like everyone else. It was more a cautious manouver on her part; a way for her to tell who was texting her when she was too tired to actually read the name at the top. She'd sent Ross too many texts that were meant for Bro for her to not have put it in place to begin with. Luckily, Bro had been able to help her with the coding.
From: johnnycakes
why do we scream at eachother?? this is what is sounds like when doves crrryy.
From: johnnycakes
touch if you will my stomach,
From: johnnycakes
feel how it trembles inside.
From: johnnycakes
(im not hungry yet) you got the butterflys all tied up.
From: johnnycakes
dont make me chase you even doves that cry.
From: johnnycakes
how can you leave me standing? alone in a world so cold.
Jesus tits, was he quoting Prince? She didn't even know he knew Prince. She'd thought his entire musical taste centered around classical piano and orchestral pieces-- in her defense, it was all she'd been able to find when she'd ripped the contents of his mp3 onto her hard drive. It was his fault, he was the one one who left it in her room to begin with-- but apparently he had some decent taste. She wondered if it was a fluke, but responded without voicing her thoughts.
From: johnnycakes
maybe i'm just too demanding.
From: johnnycakes
*Duplicate*
maybe i'm just too demanding.
From: johnnycakes
maybe i'm just like my father! or too, maybe i'm hair like my mother.
From: johnnycakes
this is what it sounds like when doves cry.
From: johnnycakes
YEEEEE OOO oohhh.
To: johnnycakes
youre doing this from memory arent you
From: johnnycakes
MAYBE BabY.
Oh he did not just call her baby. She set the phone down and scraped the bottom of her pudding cup before even thinking of responding again.
From: johnnycakes
AAAAAAA MY FATHER POOH YOU KNOW HE DO YOU ALWAYS DOO.
From: johnnycakes
MAYBE I'M JUST LIKE MY MOTHER...
From: johnnycakes
she's never SHE'S NEVER SATISFI-EE ED.
To: johnnycakes
what even
man youre typing like a tool what are you singing now
is auto correct fucking with you
cuz it sure looks like
From: johnnycakes
whhhhhhhyyy, why e yaaaa thisiswhatitsoundslike.
From: johnnycakes
she's never satisfied!
Her eyes swiveled towards her sketchbook. She wondered if she should work a bit, before deciding fuck that, nothing her fingers made was going to be good anyways. Besides, if she stopped responding now, he might think she was dead or some other outrageous bullshit.
From: johnnycakes
WORLD THAT'S SO COLD.
From: johnnycakes
when dove crys, when dove.
From: johnnycakes
crys.
From: johnnycakes
when dove crys.
From: johnnycakes
dove crys dove dove obvs when she crys..
To: johnnycakes
john stop i dont cry
From: johnnycakes
when.
To: johnnycakes
no
From: johnnycakes
haha sorry dude i want that pudding cup! and my auto correct sucks.
To: johnnycakes
yeah sure
oop my bad its all gone now
i took the op to eat it when you were serenading
To: johnnycakes
proof
From: johnnycakes
you bitch.
To: johnnycakes
hahahahaha sukz 2 b u
atrocious grammar aside theres still one left
but man
you know how much i love pudding
hope its still here when you get out
From: johnnycakes
dove.
From: johnnycakes
suck my dick.
Jesus, he could not have just say that. He could not have just opened all the doors to textual humiliatory sarcasm. She pinched the bridge of her nose and tried ot supress the chuckle that was forcing it's way out. He was sooooo going to regret stampeeding head first into this one.
To: johnnycakes
is that an offer or an order
im not that kinda girl dude
i like to be wined and dined before i get down and dirty
To: johnnycakes
just wait til my bro hears this
better have a ring ready striders dont fuck around
a fucking huge rock on a gold platinum band or whatever
but no diamonds
To: johnnycakes
fuck that noise
i want a black opal and it better be huge so i can show it off like a good little trophy wife
well have a shotgun wedding
To: johnnycakes
complete with alligator infested swamps and gumbo
and lots of pancakes with jemima syrup
bro can be the priest
To: johnnycakes
no fuck that hes my maid of honor
decked in the gaudiest dorito chip dress you ever laid eyes on
cal can be priest
ill be dressed to the nines in plush red velvet
dj will have the shotgun
To: johnnycakes
cant have a shotgun wedding without a shotgun
hell wear a wolf pelt or something wolf pelts are hella classy
and your dad can lead you down the isle
To: johnnycakes
you know
if he can get away from his alien control job to come see his precious angel baby get himself hitched
To: johnnycakes
our colors will be mauve and olive green and you can wear like baby blue or some shit
oh yeah btw youre wearing the dress
She tried to imagine the type of dress he'd wear, knowing full well it wasn't his shtick in any form of the word; her hands grappled for her sketchbook and turned the page, doodling a model vaguely resembling john, dressed in all sorts of frilly, wedding-esque attire. She drew herself in a red suit, and drew hilarious scenes from her little narrative, chuckling all the while as her mind continued to go haywire. She flipped the page and continued her doodles, one hand returning to sending out her red miles.
To: johnnycakes
our guests will be served only the finest dining of dorito soup apple juice and chinese take out
do you like sweet and sour chicken
To: johnnycakes
cuz we can order you some egg foo young if chicken aint your beef
our after party will consist of center ring swamp deathmatches
if you catch the pig you win
To: johnnycakes
if you ruin your clothes you win
hope you can fight youre gonna need the skills
you can use a hammer or something
but give the alligators time to prepare they
To: johnnycakes
only have their jaws to fight with
cant use your glasses either shits cheating
The problem was that she could only do one of two things to get her creativity working again: go for a jog, or strife, both of which occured outisde in that cold as balls ice hell. She was short a sparring partner too, but this was because she'd only found one person on all of Virginia who could go toe to toe with her at her best without getting their ass soundly handed back to them within the first five minutes-- but she wasn't even sure how to reach Vriska, not really, so that option was out the window. At least until she saw her again. Whenever that would be.
Sighing deeply, she reached for her phone, intentions set on bothering Bro for a bit, but she was sidetracked when she'd noticed her inbox had roughly six messages waiting for her and counting.
From: johnnycakes
why did you leave me standing in a world so cold?
From: johnnycakes
maybe i'm just like my father ooh too maybe i'm just like my mother.
From: johnnycakes
she's never satisfied.
Ok, no, she needed to get him to stop texting her and start using pesterchum. He was definitely more of a social butterfly than he would ever admit too. She quickly went into her phone and messed with the settings, feeling a bit better when she'd fucked enough with the color scheme so that his texts came in specific colors, just like everyone else. It was more a cautious manouver on her part; a way for her to tell who was texting her when she was too tired to actually read the name at the top. She'd sent Ross too many texts that were meant for Bro for her to not have put it in place to begin with. Luckily, Bro had been able to help her with the coding.
From: johnnycakes
why do we scream at eachother?? this is what is sounds like when doves crrryy.
From: johnnycakes
touch if you will my stomach,
From: johnnycakes
feel how it trembles inside.
From: johnnycakes
(im not hungry yet) you got the butterflys all tied up.
From: johnnycakes
dont make me chase you even doves that cry.
From: johnnycakes
how can you leave me standing? alone in a world so cold.
Jesus tits, was he quoting Prince? She didn't even know he knew Prince. She'd thought his entire musical taste centered around classical piano and orchestral pieces-- in her defense, it was all she'd been able to find when she'd ripped the contents of his mp3 onto her hard drive. It was his fault, he was the one one who left it in her room to begin with-- but apparently he had some decent taste. She wondered if it was a fluke, but responded without voicing her thoughts.
From: johnnycakes
maybe i'm just too demanding.
From: johnnycakes
*Duplicate*
maybe i'm just too demanding.
From: johnnycakes
maybe i'm just like my father! or too, maybe i'm hair like my mother.
From: johnnycakes
this is what it sounds like when doves cry.
From: johnnycakes
YEEEEE OOO oohhh.
Or at least, she would have if Mr. Spitfire Fingers here hadn't continued his onslaught of 80's rock n' roll.
To: johnnycakes
youre doing this from memory arent you
From: johnnycakes
MAYBE BabY.
Oh he did not just call her baby. She set the phone down and scraped the bottom of her pudding cup before even thinking of responding again.
From: johnnycakes
AAAAAAA MY FATHER POOH YOU KNOW HE DO YOU ALWAYS DOO.
From: johnnycakes
MAYBE I'M JUST LIKE MY MOTHER...
From: johnnycakes
she's never SHE'S NEVER SATISFI-EE ED.
To: johnnycakes
what even
man youre typing like a tool what are you singing now
is auto correct fucking with you
cuz it sure looks like
From: johnnycakes
whhhhhhhyyy, why e yaaaa thisiswhatitsoundslike.
From: johnnycakes
she's never satisfied!
Her eyes swiveled towards her sketchbook. She wondered if she should work a bit, before deciding fuck that, nothing her fingers made was going to be good anyways. Besides, if she stopped responding now, he might think she was dead or some other outrageous bullshit.
From: johnnycakes
WORLD THAT'S SO COLD.
From: johnnycakes
when dove crys, when dove.
From: johnnycakes
crys.
From: johnnycakes
when dove crys.
From: johnnycakes
dove crys dove dove obvs when she crys..
Ok, what the fuck, no, he needed to stop that. She was a Strider, and Strider's don't cry. Least of all due to stupid onesided arguments.
To: johnnycakes
john stop i dont cry
From: johnnycakes
when.
To: johnnycakes
no
From: johnnycakes
haha sorry dude i want that pudding cup! and my auto correct sucks.
Her eyebrow rose in contemplation. How had he eve caught that, she'd thought he was just ignoring her in favor of typing his fingers into caloused digit texting heaven.
To: johnnycakes
yeah sure
oop my bad its all gone now
i took the op to eat it when you were serenading
To: johnnycakes
proof
From: johnnycakes
you bitch.
To: johnnycakes
hahahahaha sukz 2 b u
atrocious grammar aside theres still one left
but man
you know how much i love pudding
hope its still here when you get out
From: johnnycakes
dove.
From: johnnycakes
suck my dick.
Jesus, he could not have just say that. He could not have just opened all the doors to textual humiliatory sarcasm. She pinched the bridge of her nose and tried ot supress the chuckle that was forcing it's way out. He was sooooo going to regret stampeeding head first into this one.
To: johnnycakes
is that an offer or an order
im not that kinda girl dude
i like to be wined and dined before i get down and dirty
To: johnnycakes
just wait til my bro hears this
better have a ring ready striders dont fuck around
a fucking huge rock on a gold platinum band or whatever
but no diamonds
To: johnnycakes
fuck that noise
i want a black opal and it better be huge so i can show it off like a good little trophy wife
well have a shotgun wedding
Oh dear sweet suffering Christ she could see it now; it'd be so trashy, and they'd have one of those airboats for swamp surfing, Bro would wear his most redneck camouflage hat-- and also the belt with the state shaped belt-buckle, proudly proclaming they were from TEXAS in big red and white letters all on top of a star spangled background. God it'd be perfect; he'd chew on a piece of straw like some horrendously southern hick and everything.
To: johnnycakes
complete with alligator infested swamps and gumbo
and lots of pancakes with jemima syrup
bro can be the priest
To: johnnycakes
no fuck that hes my maid of honor
decked in the gaudiest dorito chip dress you ever laid eyes on
cal can be priest
ill be dressed to the nines in plush red velvet
dj will have the shotgun
To: johnnycakes
cant have a shotgun wedding without a shotgun
hell wear a wolf pelt or something wolf pelts are hella classy
and your dad can lead you down the isle
To: johnnycakes
you know
if he can get away from his alien control job to come see his precious angel baby get himself hitched
To: johnnycakes
our colors will be mauve and olive green and you can wear like baby blue or some shit
oh yeah btw youre wearing the dress
She tried to imagine the type of dress he'd wear, knowing full well it wasn't his shtick in any form of the word; her hands grappled for her sketchbook and turned the page, doodling a model vaguely resembling john, dressed in all sorts of frilly, wedding-esque attire. She drew herself in a red suit, and drew hilarious scenes from her little narrative, chuckling all the while as her mind continued to go haywire. She flipped the page and continued her doodles, one hand returning to sending out her red miles.
To: johnnycakes
our guests will be served only the finest dining of dorito soup apple juice and chinese take out
do you like sweet and sour chicken
To: johnnycakes
cuz we can order you some egg foo young if chicken aint your beef
our after party will consist of center ring swamp deathmatches
if you catch the pig you win
To: johnnycakes
if you ruin your clothes you win
hope you can fight youre gonna need the skills
you can use a hammer or something
but give the alligators time to prepare they
To: johnnycakes
only have their jaws to fight with
cant use your glasses either shits cheating
She continued her doodles for up to an hour before she was able to get back to her actual art piece. It seemed like a little sillyness from John was all that she'd really needed to get her mind juices flowing again. She worked well into the night, completely forgetting to check her phone for any responses, before deciding her fifth concentration piece was as done as it was going to get, and that maybe fresh eyes could spot anything else it needed in the morning. Nodding to herself in agreement, she flipped back to her doodles for one last laugh before bed, and she was not disappointed. They were just as hilarious as they had been when she'd first drawn them, if not a bit more arts-y and gesture-like than her usual doodles, but all in all good fun. There were quite a few she didn't remember drawing either, but she wasn't too concerned about that; she didn't remember drawing a lot of the things she'd put in her sketchbook.
There was, however, one page in the middle that sort of made her stop and stare, more in bewilderment than anything. It was all fun and games-- she hadn't meant anything she'd said of course, but that didnt change the fact that at some point in her musings, she'd drawn a more serious batch of scenes, depicting herself in a white dress with red accents, and John in a black suit with blue accents. There was Bro in white and orange, and DJ in white and dark green, Ross and Auntie Eva in black and violet, and black and neon pink, respectively--hell, even Jade and Kane had shown up in it, decked to the nines in space themed, black and green attire. Everything was bright and sunny through the cypress trees, and she knew specifically that the Oak to their left, with the most light and whispyness falling through it, was the exact spot in the back yard they'd buried Mama Strider. Even Cal was looking spiffy, all dolled up in a little suit with his bling overtop like a swagmaster. But then, when did Cal ever not look spiffy.
It was just a quick couple of silly sketches, nothing to fret over, but it still struck a chord in her that made her fidget and embarrassed, and oh god, was it hot in this damn room or what? She stood and cracked the window to let in a little of the chill before returning to stare at the image. This lasted for a couple of minutes, before she eased it out out of her sketchbook, and placed it in that giant-ass dictionary Ross had gifted her with at the begining of the year. It fit easily without any indication it was there, and she shut the dictionary, placing it back under her bed where she could forget all about it.
She turned off the light and shut down her computer before slipping into her covers and trying futilly to hide under them until morning. It took her a while to fall asleep, but when she woke up the next morning, she didn't remember any of the dreams about blue and red, or of cakes, and being led down the isle with her arm tucked into her Bro's, or of dancing with John to his Dad playing romantic songs on the piano.
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