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As the sun rises over the horizon, the raven haired girl rises too, stretching the kinks out of her arms. There is an absence of fur at the edge of the bed. Becquerel must be out already, she thinks. Jade swiftly stumbles out of bed. There is no grace in her movement as she trudges into her bathroom to take a morning shower.
After pulling her long, silky hair up in a bun, she steps in the shower, turning on the water. The door is left ajar. It's a habit that she has, living alone has its perks. The water beats down on her frail body, warmth hissing out of the the shower spray, mist dancing around her. Afterwards she stands stark naked in front of the mirror as she brushes her teeth and washes her face thoroughly. Gotta keep clean.
She pulls on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt and underwear before skipping back into her room. It's quiet. It always is. Sometimes she blasts J-pop so loud that the ground shakes. It's not good for her ears but she feels less lonely.
Jade grabs her round, shiny specs and slips them on. She turns on pesterchum on her top to let it load while she gets a cup of tea and some biscuits from downstairs. She comes back up with them, humming to herself. It's just too quiet.
She munches on a cookie and her bright greens eyes light up when she sees that she has messages. The cursor moves over to open the window. She grins to herself when she sees that turntechGodhead was pestering her. He was still online!
No doubt to it she had developed a liking to the coolkid over the years. Was it possible that she had fallen in love with somebody through the internet? She doesn't know. Not to help it she's seen him in her dreams before....
She doesn't understand that weird tingly feeling she gets when they chat. The way he types, blaring red text, his hilarious rants and ridiculous references to things she doesn't know, his ironic metaphors, she can't get enough of all that. They all make up a form called Dave Strider, and she just can't help but smile at the thought of him. Sure they had their differences, but she danced over barriers with different tastes of some music and cultures. She's not sure if that was love, like a crush, she had on him. Nobody's told her what it was like before.
TG: jade yo where you at
TG: are you still asleep
TG: man its like late here
TG: anyway i was wondering if you wanted to make another remix together
TG: like two cool kids making some sweet ass beats
TG: yea
GG: hey dave!!
TG: oh sweet the sleeping beauty is finally up
GG: im not the sleeping beauty dave :p
TG: says the narcoleptic
GG: :p
TG: so is it a y/n
GG: sure of course id love to!!!
TG: nice got any songs in mind
TG: not jpop
TG: its awful
GG: jpop is not awful ;_;
TG: eh
GG: fine! ill think about it and let you know when something comes into my head!
TG: right so
TG: shit
GG: ????
TG: bro wants to strife
TG: be back soon
GG: okay! good luck <3
She takes another sip of her tea and closes her eyes to imagine Dave and his brother strifing. A dashing young blonde being ninja fast, skin all shiny from sweating, warm orange glow of the texas sunset (it's not even sunset at his timezone yet! she reminds herself). Slim body all tough and sturdy from all the training. She feels heat rise to her cheeks. She knows he has blonde hair and dons shades, and she's seem a sort of fuzzy image in the dream clouds before, but she'd love to see his face, like a picture or something.
TG: back
TG: that was short
GG: you lasted fifteen minutes
TG: haha thats so wrong out of context
GG: huh??
TG: nvm you wont get it
TG: so yea im so sweaty now
TG: kinda gross
TG: got my ass served again. bros like almost impossible to fucking defeat. especially with cal dangling on his shoulders man so fucking creepy
TG: hes such an asshole this is like chuck norris vs that nerdy guy from the bf club
TG: except im not nerdy im cool
TG: chill as fuck all the fucking way to the arctics
GG: oh...
TG: yea?
GG: can i see a picture of you?
GG: pleaseee <3
TG: jeez harley i know you got a rockin lady boner for me and want to stare at my post strife hotness but i dont think itll be okay
GG: aww
TG: i mean not that i dont want to let you see me but im fucking gross and theres no way i can send you a pic of me
TG: like
TG: #selfie
TG: gross cant believe i just said that shit
TG: not that i take selfies or anything
GG: sure :p
A bright spark emanates from behind her and she grins to herself. Good dog, best friend.
GG: i have to go feed bec now though
GG: silly doggy!
GG: brb dave<3
TG: haha okay
She idles her pesterchum and pounces on the devilbeast.
''Bec!!'' She squeals, rubbing the dog's head. She loved her pet more than anything in the world. Becquerel was the only company she had on the island anyway. She was extremely pleased when it decided not to zap off to who knows where.
''Ready for your steak, boy?'' She says, getting off the floor. She irridates the steak and feeds it to Bec, grinning from ear to ear.
''You are so cute.'' She whispers before returning to clean her now empty cup of tea, sweeping the crumbs of her biscuits on to the floor. The brightness of the natural lights from outside beat down on her through the window as she continues to chat with Dave, opening conversations with John and Rose too. She deftly pushes the idea of possibly having a crush on Dave to the back of her head. She would dwell on it later.