[Davesprite's weird bird hand tastes astonishingly like weird bird hand. It is a whole novel experience to be had for Lucky, surely, and Davesprite puts up with it without fuss.]
[But Kate—Kate—he's heard Kate, and—purple. He'd snap his fingers if they weren't tangled with Lucky's overly friendly tongue.]
Oh, shit, he told me about you. You're the other Hawkeye, right? What is with you guys and purple?
[It's not an answer, though, and he knows it.]
I'm Davesprite, but he's gonna noogie me into the cushions and out the back if I don't say Dave Strider. DS if you want a nickname. Pretty sure I don't legally exist yet.
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[But Kate—Kate—he's heard Kate, and—purple. He'd snap his fingers if they weren't tangled with Lucky's overly friendly tongue.]
Oh, shit, he told me about you. You're the other Hawkeye, right? What is with you guys and purple?
[It's not an answer, though, and he knows it.]
I'm Davesprite, but he's gonna noogie me into the cushions and out the back if I don't say Dave Strider. DS if you want a nickname. Pretty sure I don't legally exist yet.