John Egbert (
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backyardbbq2012-11-11 03:43 pm
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[So check it out: John is 18 and in college and totally mature and on his own! He's staying at a dorm at his college and being responsible and going to class. He may or may not be going into a biology-related field, too.
The only thing is that he's found it a bit difficult to get along with Dave at times. Sure, they both like music, and sure, they share a class or two, but it's hard to share one tiny room. They barely have space for their two beds, which is why John has an idea that he brings up one night while they're lounging around.]
I think we should stack our beds, like bunk beds.
The only thing is that he's found it a bit difficult to get along with Dave at times. Sure, they both like music, and sure, they share a class or two, but it's hard to share one tiny room. They barely have space for their two beds, which is why John has an idea that he brings up one night while they're lounging around.]
I think we should stack our beds, like bunk beds.
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Okay, so John had a point, the room was kind of cramped for space, and it didn't help that Dave was really messy most of the time.]
Nah man, I think you should stack our beds, I'm in the middle of this shit.
[Clicking away on the controls of his xbox, sprawled out on the floor.]
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[His eyes, they are rolling.]
I can't pick a bed up by myself numnuts, so they'll have to stay where they are until you help me. And I get the top bunk.
[He's about ready to throw his pillow at Dave from his spot on his bed, which has been turned into a makeshift couch for the time being. The desk chairs are uncomfortable and he dislikes them.]
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[His character died, the game over screen flashed on the monitor. Dave turned to face John, then looked around.]
Dude, if I help move your shit about, I'm having the top bunk.
[Dave didn't even want the top bunk, he just wanted to get a rise out of John.]
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[He cries no tears for your dead guy, Dave. Instead he'll be standing up and inspecting the posts of his bed.]
It looks like they can hook together, so we just need to get one on top of the other and they'll fit together.
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[Wouldn't it be cool if he rewound time and bagged top bunk before John? cause that's totally a thing he's considering doing.]
You're not gonna quite are ya? Fiiine, lets do this shit.
[Getting up from where he was sitting, folding his arms over his chest and looking at the beds.]
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[he's already over by his bed, looking for the best way to lift it up.]
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[Dave rolled up his sleeves and moved to one side of the bed, feeling under it for the beams.]
I'm not going to put my hand in anything funky am I, Egbert? You don't stash all your jerking shit down here do you? Cause that would be gross.
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[there may be goodies hidden under there but no porn mags. Those are in his closet.
Also he goes to the other end of his bed to pick it up and try to heft it up on top of Dave's bed.]
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[Was he joking, was he being serious? I'm sure John would get curious and find out for himself some time.
Lifting his side of the bed, shifting his feet and bending his knees as he lifted it a little higher.]
Dude put your back into it, I ain't doing this shit alone.
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[He's pushing as hard as he can! And look, with their combined effort, they can shoved the bed on top of Dave's and get the legs to stack on top of each other safely.
But then the box of goodies falls out from under the bars on John's bed, and suddenly there's candy everywhere. Oops.]
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[Dave grunted and groaned as he let the bed go, letting the legs slam and settle in place over top of his own bed. He looked down at the candy and sat on what was now the bottom bunk.]
Jesus dicks Egbert, you've got one hell of a sweet tooth.
[He grinned and scooped up as much as he could, stuffing it into his own pillow case.]
Man I'm confiscating that shit. Its bad for you bro.
[He was just goofing off, trying to get a raise out of John.]
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[And he's diving for the pillow, attempting to grab it away so he can get his goodies out of it.
Rise = successfully gotten]
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Man no. You ever heard of fingers keepers?
[With that said, Dave pulled at the waistband of his jeans, once there was an opening wide enough, he tipped what candy goods he could down into his jeans.]
There. Ain't no fucking way you're going after that junk now dude.