mark-strider:

davegotstride:

mark-strider:

davegotstride:

mark-strider:

mark-strider:

==> Go to the goddamn grocery store because your out of grub food

mark-strider:

And by grub food you meant a bunch of chopped up meat all together. You sighed as your feet hit the sidewalk from your apartment building and headed down it. Your hands crawled into your…

A slow grin courses your lips. “I thought it was you,” you mumbled slightly before you look away, forcing the expression off your face. “I see. Perhaps we’ll meet again sometime.” You go to turn onto the the sidewalk which leads to the grocery store.

You raise an eyebrow above your shades, tilting your head some. Shifting from foot to foot, you just nod as you speak. “Uh, yeah, sure I guess we will, I dunno…” you said with a shrug, still intent on walking and getting food.

You pause in your turn and look to him. “Where are you headed?” You nudge your head to the right at the grocery store. “I’m headed there. If you’d like though. I can explain how I kno-” There’s a sudden twitch to your left eye, and suddenly a change to your voice. A smirk takes over your lips. “Let me explain actually, without continuing to not step on toes. I am Mark Strider.” You fucking asshole! I didn’t want to drop the bomb like that! How dare you take over my body without my conscent! Shut up. You would’ve beat around the bush until it set fire and Dave was gone. You keep your smirk. “Well, actually… i’m Markus- Mark is the one who was speaking previously.”

"Grocery store like you apparently. My brother forgot to actually buy food again." You shake your head with a little huff and a bemused smirk. You raise a brow again when the stranger stops mid sentence and just seemed…different. The whole air about him went from oddly Egbert like but a bit more meek to suddenly a lot like Bro. Well that’s expected of a Strider. Wait what? "Uh, Mark Strider? You sure you ain’t fuckin’ with me? Bro put you up to this or some shit? Or did I just step into the Twilight Zone like a bumbling idiot and ended up in another reality with Markus-Mark Strider?"

"I don’t particularly fuck with anyone except in bed. I say everything on my mind, whether someone likes it or not.” You pull your shades off completely, ignoring the inhumerous squinting you have to do because of the sunlight. Your eyes were red, your hair was blonde and you proceede to pull on your hair, proving its not a wig. “See. No joke, kiddo. And no— before you ask, these aren’t contacts. They’re my real eyes.” The sunlight was starting to really get to them too so you put your shades back on, easing the pain. “By the way- call me Markus. But whenever you hear the other voice, call him Mark.”

"Wow, okay. Good for you for bein’ straight forward. Should I give ya a gold star?" You scoff, looking at his eyes as your arms cross. Your own were the same bright red and sensitive to light, but not as badly as his based on how he squinted. Sure, you had to squint a bit and got headaches but nothing bad. "Okay… So you’re Markus, he’s Mark. And you’re apparently related to me in some way. Care to shed some light on the situation here and explain or are ya gonna keep me in the dark?"

((I’ve gained weight and gone up like half a cup size and now my binder for cosplay doesnt fit. wtf boobs.))

mark-strider:

davegotstride:

mark-strider:

mark-strider:

==> Go to the goddamn grocery store because your out of grub food

mark-strider:

And by grub food you meant a bunch of chopped up meat all together. You sighed as your feet hit the sidewalk from your apartment building and headed down it. Your hands crawled into your…

A slow grin courses your lips. “I thought it was you,” you mumbled slightly before you look away, forcing the expression off your face. “I see. Perhaps we’ll meet again sometime.” You go to turn onto the the sidewalk which leads to the grocery store.

You raise an eyebrow above your shades, tilting your head some. Shifting from foot to foot, you just nod as you speak. “Uh, yeah, sure I guess we will, I dunno…” you said with a shrug, still intent on walking and getting food.

You pause in your turn and look to him. “Where are you headed?” You nudge your head to the right at the grocery store. “I’m headed there. If you’d like though. I can explain how I kno-” There’s a sudden twitch to your left eye, and suddenly a change to your voice. A smirk takes over your lips. “Let me explain actually, without continuing to not step on toes. I am Mark Strider.” You fucking asshole! I didn’t want to drop the bomb like that! How dare you take over my body without my conscent! Shut up. You would’ve beat around the bush until it set fire and Dave was gone. You keep your smirk. “Well, actually… i’m Markus- Mark is the one who was speaking previously.”

"Grocery store like you apparently. My brother forgot to actually buy food again." You shake your head with a little huff and a bemused smirk. You raise a brow again when the stranger stops mid sentence and just seemed…different. The whole air about him went from oddly Egbert like but a bit more meek to suddenly a lot like Bro. Well that’s expected of a Strider. Wait what? "Uh, Mark Strider? You sure you ain’t fuckin’ with me? Bro put you up to this or some shit? Or did I just step into the Twilight Zone like a bumbling idiot and ended up in another reality with Markus-Mark Strider?"

mark-strider:

mark-strider:

==> Go to the goddamn grocery store because your out of grub food

mark-strider:

And by grub food you meant a bunch of chopped up meat all together. You sighed as your feet hit the sidewalk from your apartment building and headed down it. Your hands crawled into your…

A slow grin courses your lips. “I thought it was you,” you mumbled slightly before you look away, forcing the expression off your face. “I see. Perhaps we’ll meet again sometime.” You go to turn onto the the sidewalk which leads to the grocery store.

You raise an eyebrow above your shades, tilting your head some. Shifting from foot to foot, you just nod as you speak. “Uh, yeah, sure I guess we will, I dunno…” you said with a shrug, still intent on walking and getting food.

mark-strider:

==> Go to the goddamn grocery store because your out of grub food

mark-strider:

And by grub food you meant a bunch of chopped up meat all together. You sighed as your feet hit the sidewalk from your apartment building and headed down it. Your hands crawled into your pockets and you.. well… you did what Strider’s do best- stride. You walk the usual Strider…

==>
You clear your throat after hearing the other males voice. “Are you by chance Dave Strider?” You question as you pull your shades off and clean them on your shirt. Once finished you replace them on your face, where they belong.

You raise an eyebrow and slowly nod. “Uh yeah. Dave Strider, ain’t none finer. Why? I know my good looks and fame are noteworthy but didn’t think I would be recognized.” Your tone is sarcastic and you smirk slightly, looking JP at the other male.

==> Go to the goddamn grocery store because your out of grub food

mark-strider:

And by grub food you meant a bunch of chopped up meat all together. You sighed as your feet hit the sidewalk from your apartment building and headed down it. Your hands crawled into your pockets and you.. well… you did what Strider’s do best- stride. You walk the usual Strider walk but stumble when you collide into something. You stepped back shakily then looked up from the ground, which you had been staring at previously. Your eyes adjusted slowly from the sun, even behind the thick shades before they widened. The male before you had blonde hair, just like yours. “Whoa! Sorry about that man, didn’t see you there!” (( davegotstride ))

==> Get off your lazy ass and get some damn food. Bro forgot to go grocery shopping. Again. He had all the time in the world to get smuppet supplies and organize his damn swords, but he couldn’t get his own little brother some damn food. So you did what all immature eighteen year olds still in high school would do; you snagged some cash from Bro’s room and headed outside to get some food, hands in the pockets of your red hoodie. Only you did one of the most uncool things possible, you ran into someone. Stumbling back, you shake the hair out of your freckled face, eyes peering up behind your shades. Wow. This dude looked a lot like you and Bro. Weird. You didn’t dwell on it though. “Oh, shit. My fault dude. No worries. Sorry about that, should probably pay attention when I go out.”

well shit son

i havent been on in like forever

oops

so egbert decided to send me some shit and wanted some recordings 
so yeah have my gorgeous face
thanks for all of this ya big dork
<3

((got two bloopers on the main blog. Thanks to the ever lovely kyuu for the gifts<333))

i heard kisses were in order what giftcard do you want and how much because these luscious lips of mine appear to be lonely

heirfaire:

davegotstride:

heirfaire:

davegotstride:

heirfaire:

davegotstride:

:

umm, a hundred dollars to applebees wouldn’t go unappreciated.

what level of appreciation are we talking here man 

i better get something good out of it with you driving such a hard bargain

you can go with me to applebees to use it?

will actual apples and or bees be involved

bees no, apples maybe. depending on what you get, i guess. do you want the kiss and the date or not?

(( OOC: #a hundred dollars for a kiss it better be a damn sweet kiss i’ve been laughing for the past ten minutes jfc ))

good because really bees in a restaurant would be hella bad 

like “oh you didnt like the meal you ordered well say hello to our little friends” and just bees everywhere 

bad business ideas man 

worse than wearing your favorite red shirt to the rodeo 

but hell yes i want this date and kiss 

((OOC: you’re welcome. *bows* btw check your skype~~~ wink wink nudge nudge and you’ll find out just who this mod is that dug out this url that they’ve hade for 4 months ;3 ))

oh wow i’m not even sure which part of that was the dumbest thing you’ve ever said. that was a pretty impressive string of nonsense rambling even for you.

come pick me up and make sure you bring the giftcard with you! i’m hungry.

dude it so wasnt nonsense

bees in resaurants are a legit concern

and the rodeo thing well lets just say you learn the badness of that after your first one

not saying i was the idiot that wore red by the way

i aint dumb so that aint happening

but fine fine yeesh hold your horses dude im on my way now gift card in hand

your chariot awaits princess

i heard kisses were in order what giftcard do you want and how much because these luscious lips of mine appear to be lonely

heirfaire:

davegotstride:

heirfaire:

davegotstride:

:

umm, a hundred dollars to applebees wouldn’t go unappreciated.

what level of appreciation are we talking here man 

i better get something good out of it with you driving such a hard bargain

you can go with me to applebees to use it?

will actual apples and or bees be involved

bees no, apples maybe. depending on what you get, i guess. do you want the kiss and the date or not?

(( OOC: #a hundred dollars for a kiss it better be a damn sweet kiss i’ve been laughing for the past ten minutes jfc ))

good because really bees in a restaurant would be hella bad 

like “oh you didnt like the meal you ordered well say hello to our little friends” and just bees everywhere 

bad business ideas man 

worse than wearing your favorite red shirt to the rodeo 

but hell yes i want this date and kiss 

((OOC: you’re welcome. *bows* btw check your skype~~~ wink wink nudge nudge and you’ll find out just who this mod is that dug out this url that they’ve hade for 4 months ;3 ))