[He listens quietly as Pokey talks, expression unchanging, but a brief pained look flits across his face at Pokey's question.
Has he ever wondered what it'd be like to be someone else? Gee, he wonders. He totally didn't just trade away his old life for a chance to become someone else or anything (thanks for dicking him over on that, Kyuubey; he's pretty sure that gaining the ability to morph into an older version of himself doesn't come anywhere near granting that wish).]
No.
[His reply is instantaneous - almost to the point of defensiveness.
Then he forces the nonchalance back into his expression, hunches over slightly in a slouched pose. Totally relaxed.]
Do you?
[He's the king of stupid, worthless questions today. Like Pokey would be asking if he didn't. Look at him, being all defensive and on-guard like he's in a fucking interrogation. Look at him, interpreting this conversation in a way that makes it all about him yet again when a friend is trying to confide in him. It's not like he didn't do just that not long before arriving here. It's not like he didn't almost irreparably destroy a friendship the last time he did that.
God, this is why he wanted to stop being himself. He's such an incorrigible fuckup in every sense of the word.
Has Dave Strider ever wondered what it would be like to be someone else? Only almost every day of his life.]
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Has he ever wondered what it'd be like to be someone else? Gee, he wonders. He totally didn't just trade away his old life for a chance to become someone else or anything (thanks for dicking him over on that, Kyuubey; he's pretty sure that gaining the ability to morph into an older version of himself doesn't come anywhere near granting that wish).]
No.
[His reply is instantaneous - almost to the point of defensiveness.
Then he forces the nonchalance back into his expression, hunches over slightly in a slouched pose. Totally relaxed.]
Do you?
[He's the king of stupid, worthless questions today. Like Pokey would be asking if he didn't. Look at him, being all defensive and on-guard like he's in a fucking interrogation. Look at him, interpreting this conversation in a way that makes it all about him yet again when a friend is trying to confide in him. It's not like he didn't do just that not long before arriving here. It's not like he didn't almost irreparably destroy a friendship the last time he did that.
God, this is why he wanted to stop being himself. He's such an incorrigible fuckup in every sense of the word.
Has Dave Strider ever wondered what it would be like to be someone else? Only almost every day of his life.]