[ don't call out his hypocrisy and inconsistency!! he won't acknowledge it!! ]
most of the time, yeah.
[ there's noises out in the darkness. he turns, watches the shadows, and moves toward them. he doesn't need this on top of the conversation he's having. ]
[ evan if you hear a distant and frustrated "oh my god" just ignore it ]
Oh so all them times you wanna throw your weight around and make demands and ultimatums but get pissy when someone gives you half that attitude back, that's all made up then is it?
[ "you sound like my parents" is right there, he types it out without thinking, but thankfully he's an elder millennial and occasionally looks at his messages before he sends them. (but only occasionally.) ]
And you're one of them, yeah? Just because you say so?
[ he can see a silhouette in the trees. he pockets the phone and moves toward it, slowly, almost like he's actually hunting instead of just tracking. ]
[ he assumes the lack of a response is because evan had one of his famous rage fits, so after some silence david shoves his phone back in his pocket. pauses for a moment, looks around in confusion because he shouldn't be this close to the macmillan estate? did he get rerouted here literally just because he was talking to evan? god he hates the fog. ]
[ he ignores the message, thinking david's somewhere else, and as he gets close enough to see the silhouette look around he reaches out to clamp his hand over their shoulder and drag them around. not strike first. not kill immediately. for once. or maybe twice.
but it's david he pulls around, and the surprise is clear in how still he goes as soon as he realizes who's there.
some part of him thinks a particularly nasty thought at the entity, who must be watching. ]
[ the hand on his shoulder is a surprise, which of course means it's something david responds to violently. he moves with the pull, letting it give him the added momentum to wheel around, fist raised and ready to make whoever the fuck thought they were gonna sneak up on him regret it. ]
[ he registers the stillness before who it is, just barely managing to stop himself before the hit connects because why would someone go still there unless they knew him? when he processes the mask and his face goes on a journey: surprised, annoyed, confused, annoyed again, and then finally he puffs out a tired, unamused breath of a laugh. ]
[ he drops his arm, still on alert but not about to start anything for the minute. settling back into annoyed, a brief, involuntary glance skyward along with a sigh to indicate who and what it is david's annoyed at right now. ]
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I know you're not used to it, but this just how normal conversations go.
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i know how to talk to people. i just don't like it.
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[ stop arguing while he has traps to set, david, there's people trespassing already. he can tell. ]
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So your ass practically interrogates me about random shit but I've got nothing to say that's worth hearing?
[ he's gonna punch a tree this man is so annoying ]
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most of the time, yeah.
[ there's noises out in the darkness. he turns, watches the shadows, and moves toward them. he doesn't need this on top of the conversation he's having. ]
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[ this blatant lie aside, he doesn't contest being a pain. ]
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Oh so all them times you wanna throw your weight around and make demands and ultimatums but get pissy when someone gives you half that attitude back, that's all made up then is it?
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that's me being better than the rest of you. same thing that started this whole conversation.
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And you're one of them, yeah? Just because you say so?
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[ he can see a silhouette in the trees. he pockets the phone and moves toward it, slowly, almost like he's actually hunting instead of just tracking. ]
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[ alexa play famous last words ]
[ he assumes the lack of a response is because evan had one of his famous rage fits, so after some silence david shoves his phone back in his pocket. pauses for a moment, looks around in confusion because he shouldn't be this close to the macmillan estate? did he get rerouted here literally just because he was talking to evan? god he hates the fog. ]
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but it's david he pulls around, and the surprise is clear in how still he goes as soon as he realizes who's there.
some part of him thinks a particularly nasty thought at the entity, who must be watching. ]
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[ he registers the stillness before who it is, just barely managing to stop himself before the hit connects because why would someone go still there unless they knew him? when he processes the mask and his face goes on a journey: surprised, annoyed, confused, annoyed again, and then finally he puffs out a tired, unamused breath of a laugh. ]
Of fuckin' course.
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it must be a deliberate trespass, evan thinks, but the accusation doesn't rise as easily as it might have before. ]
Had to come ask me to my face, did you.
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[ he drops his arm, still on alert but not about to start anything for the minute. settling back into annoyed, a brief, involuntary glance skyward along with a sigh to indicate who and what it is david's annoyed at right now. ]
Must've got turned around.
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