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((With school coming up and stuff, I'm going to be more exhausted than usual, so I'm putting this blog on haitus and there's a good possibility I might just archive this blog at a later date.))

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"I have absolutely no idea what you're talking about," he scoffs. But h doesn't waste the energy arguing any further. Instead he takes the picture when it's handed to him and looks over it more closely. He can't recall a single photo where he looked so carefree and happy and the thought makes a soft sigh leave his lips before he tucks the photo away.

"What's next is the swings and afterword I expect you to win me a stuffed animal," he replies with a hum. "After that is every other ride we pass in order and we're not leaving until we've rode everything here." I mean, who knows the next time he'd be able to come back?

Derrik chuckles lightly. “My face? What about yours? I think you beat me on the priceless faces contest.” He pays for a copy of the photo and hands it to John for safekeeping, looking around the park for another ride that looks interesting. “Alright, what’s next on our theme park adventure?”

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When the ride is over with there's still a small grin on John's face, and he easily allows Derrik to tug him along. It only takes a moment for him to find their photo and he points it out, his grin turning to a slight smirk. "Your face is pretty priceless there," he teases.

Derrik almost says something, but they are lurched forward before he can get anything out. He throws his hands up and cheers. There are little things that hold a candle to roller coasters, and he is glad he can help John experience it.

When the ride ends Derrik grabs John and pulls him to the booth where they are selling the photos.

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we're having a private fireworks show out in my backyard. sweet.

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"If you don't stop dragging behind I'm going to kick your butt," he threatens, and while playful in nature he fully intended to do so. But then Derrik's moving and they're at the roller coaster, even able  get the front car and John's practically bouncing in his excitement. "We're getting the picture," he informs referring to the one they'd receive near the end of the ride, but that's all he gets out before they're off.

Derrik chuckles and keeps up with John fairly well, pulling on his arm just to annoy him at this point. “Oh but I’m so old, John! How can I even hope to keep up with you!” They do get to the roller coaster and even manage to get the front car.

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John doesn't hesitate to slip his hand into Derrik's when it's offered to him. He trusts the demon now, and unlike before where doing so meant signing away his soul, now he has nothing to lose. As soon as their scenery changes to that of a theme park's, the 'human's eyes seem to light up themselves. He looked around with a childish fascination, and, hand still connected with Derrik's, he pulls the demon along in the direction of the nearest roller-coaster.

"Don't walk so slow," he whines.

Derrik resists whistling like he had done before and waits against the wall. He considers mentioning the fact that John isn’t wearing makeup but decides against it because, well he likes his freckles. “Alright, let’s move out.” Derrik claps his hands together and smirks before he takes John’s hand. This is so much faster. In a flash, they are out of the room and in front of the brightly lit up theme park. “See? Told ya.”

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"Fine, fine, I'm getting up," he sighs, stretching his arms over his head before he pulls himself up out of bed. He pays no mind to Derrik as he lazily goes about changing in front of him. But only once he's fully dressed does he turn back to look at the other. "Alright, so let's go. Lucky for you I showered and brushed my teeth before I laid down." Apparently, he either doesn't care to do much about his appearance or is still too drowsy to realize it.

Derrik smirks a bit when John snaps at him. “Oh yea, we are going. I got off my couch and everything for this, kid. I even showed and changed my clothes.” He can’t help but find the half asleep human somewhat adorable. “Now get your ass out of bed and lets move!”

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Derrik's presence is unwelcome as John was quite nearly asleep. He groans when the demon takes his pillow away and he looks up at him, a scowl on his face. "Are we really going to a theme park? Because if you're lying you're going to regret it," he mumbles before slowly sitting himself up and stretching. He'd already showered for the night, and by now, his hair is a complete mess and his freckles are clearly displayed on his cheeks.

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Derrik was done feeling sorry for himself. He had places to be, shit to do, a contract to look after. So he showed up at John’s house without much warning and did what he did to wake him up. He flips on the lights and grabs some random clothes and drops them on the lump under the covers that he assumes to be John. 

“C’mon, kid. Up and at’em! It’s only like ten pm, how are you even asleep already? God what a boring life you must live.” He pulls the pillow from under John’s head and tosses that on top of him as well. “We are going to the theme park. Get your ass outta bed.” 

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pretty boring today.

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          that's amazing.            I wanted to be a comedian once actually.            but the dream is as close as I've gotten.           tech is an essential role though.            do you enjoy it?

          I try to think of it as forced family bonding.           I’m so far up theatre’s ass that I can’t see the light of day.           Not that I would anyway, since I’m tech.           Nice to meet you too, John Crocker.

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tech week also called hell week. I think its safe to assume youre in theatre then? nice to meet you Lars, my name's John Crocker.

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          I don’t know if you know what Tech Week is,           but if you do, you’d know that I’m in Hell.           Name’s Lars Strider and I’m runnin’ on four hours of sleep.

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nothing will get better if you don't try though.

Who am I telling I want back, the cigs? Because they know. We talk about it often. As for Dave. Shit is complicated with dave. And just me. I just am not good at talking. I’m gonna make things worse if I try.

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being honest and open is the best way to communicate you know. if you want him back just tell him that and work it out.

I need better communication skills.  And maybe some more cigs. 

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sorry dude. if you need anything im here.

Oh yea. Fucking. Peachy. You know Dave by now, probably.  Yea he left

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okay? guess i'll just stay at home then. you going to be okay?

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Hey, I’m probably not gonna show up today. Got a lot of binge smoking and laying around the house to do.