Nine Smuppets; Text

[plushaeusrumpified]

No class this week. Sorry. Just reread the stuff we've been going over last week.

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He's gone again.

I have no idea what to even think or feel right now. Why did it even happen in the first place if he was just gonna leave again?

Doesn't seem very fair to me.

But now I've got a kid who just lost his dad for the second time. I don't even know anymore. Why's it seem like being in this castle's nothing but suffering? It almost makes me wanna quit. Homeschool them from now on or something. At least I can count on myself not to screw with shit like this.

I just have a hard time wishing it didn't happen though. It was good while it lasted, I just

I dunno. Whatever.

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[Inkblots on the page, because what do you even say to that.]

im on my way down there now

im really fucking sorry bro

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[plushaeusrumpified]

thanks dave.
i really appreciate it more than you can realize.
really.
ill make it up to your somehow.

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[clockspinner]

jesus this isnt something you need to make up to me
youre not sending me to tesco for some milk at a weird hour of night this is pretty much one of those things that were supposed to be there for each other on 100%
thats what striders do
one for all and all for one
right dad

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[plushaeusrumpified]

[Of all the things in the world Bro was prepared for, reading that last sentence was not one of them. He'd never, not once in his life, felt like Dave could ever see him as a father. Not after insisting on being called Bro. Not after how he'd been caught in the lie and still told him to keep calling him Bro.

For a while now it had been something he'd regretted. He wanted to feel... worthy of being a dad. Acknowledged. He wanted Dave to see him as that instead of as his brother. But he never, ever expected it to happen. Because he wasn't good enough for that. He would only ever be good enough as a brother. As an uncle. Never his father.

He had to read it several times over to convince himself that he wasn't just seeing things. that those three letters really did combine to form the word that he was seeing. That Dave had called him dad. He couldn't believe it. But... it was enough to make him feel good despite all the complete and utter shit he felt.

But even despite the good feeling, the overwhelming sense of disbelief won out over everything.]

you

called me dad

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[clockspinner]

[Dave hesitates. He hadn't meant to, but...yeah. Suppose he did.]

i mean
thats what you are
youre my dad

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[plushaeusrumpified]

[Bro isn't going to question it further. He's just going to allow the happy feeling to course through him and make him feel a little better for the moment. Because if he questions it, he's afraid that Dave might regret it or something.]

before you go see dirk could you come here real quick
please.