i need your help clearing some shit off my phone trying to save it to the computer the way i used to isn't working right says certain files aren't copied and i wanna make sure they are
okay, okay. you lazy piece of shit i want to save like my photos ones i've taken, ones i've saved i think i got that tho it's just when i try to copy the videos there's a few that just get errors?
[It takes a moment; Tate fucks it up inevitably the first time, hitting power first - and having his screen lock before he sighs and sets it up again. The error is a little bubble that floats over a few thumbnails, all of which feature bare skin. What's recognizable is mostly if not all Tate, with the last and largest tile on the screen showing a scene that made his jaw pretty sore.]
[ ah, it stings a little when he first sees tate's screenshots - there's a lot of nudity here, and if derek sees tate with someone else, it's kind of going to piss him off in that self-centered, territorial way of his. he darts his tongue between his lips and avoids the photos, for the most part, but when he pays more attention and sees that they're largely of the two of them, he feels... better.
slightly suspicious, though. the error isn't really that complicated, hardly the kind of thing that can't be solved with one or two exploratory clicks, and he doesn't believe that tate can't figure this out for himself. maybe he's telling the truth here, but - kind of feels like tate's just horny. ]
I forgot about those.
[ a pause. ]
Close the error. Reset your computer. Try plugging your cable in to a different USB port.
which one? there are more than a few fun days saved i think the video that's giving me trouble is one i sent myself from ur phone the one you took for posterity or did i take it? it's your pov either way
Jesus. You're lucky you're pretty. Anyway. That one. In particular. That was a fun day. I still have a copy. I can send it to you. Maybe your file is corrupted.
[ and - he does that now. it doesn't take long to send. he already had it open, so. ]
[Then he receives it, sits back and huffs before doing a few troubleshooting things back to back. While pressing play on the video, taking a moment to watch it through before raising his brows. Definitely want to keep that around, although he's not sure why. Besides getting to have these kinds of talks with Derek - which feel like a good excuse enough.]
u almost broke my jaw that day i need u to knot in me more often
i was reading up on what to do to help blondie lose a few pounds it was all about how dogs like chasing shit, having goals. prey drive, i guess? so i figured you'd probably have that too
but not like in a fucked up fort harm way just kind of in a kinky way see how long it takes u to find me some night
Sometimes you say these things and I honestly can't tell if you're riding baseline levels of horny or if you're trying to fuck with me. "My fat dog needs exercise, so I thought of you". So insulting.
[ unfortunately, he is into that idea, so. probably says more about him than it does about tate. ]
[ because - yeah, come on, it was obvious he was already putting on his shoes and hightailing it out of the den. he's not actually expecting tate to be fucking chased, he's way too lazy for that, but he is vaguely expecting him to go ghost-invisible in the treehouse for a while, watching derek search him out until he gets bored enough to show himself. might as well get this started, if that's the case. ]
[ Tate really did die in the 90s. Derek leaves Tate hanging, after that, slipping down the steps from his side balcony and crossing the thankfully now trash-free sands of his beach towards Tate's place. It takes a little time to get there, largely because Derek's trying to mask his approach more than he normally does; he's walking slow, hiding his footsteps, so that when he does climb up the treehouse and slide on inside, he might be able to get the jump on Tate. He doesn't enter through the main door - he slips around to the first open window he finds and vaults on through, just like the good old days. ]
[Derek arrives and the treehouse is predictably empty, but it lingers with a few clues of what Tate was doing precisely leading up to that arrival. His sweater is on the bed, still faintly warm - scented of him with Derek's underlying tones on account of how he was wearing a stolen henley below it. Which is discarded to the side, headed down the steps to the loft where at the top sit the rest of his clothes.
A can of still fizzing soda is on the counter in the kitchen, next to a half-eaten sandwich. Beady eyes peer out from under the sofa, a little black claw reaching out if Derek should come near enough - batting at his bootlaces before clicking in a silent chirp. Probably trying to tell him what he can't see or sense - that Tate's standing unseen in the corner, a wisp of energy, watching Derek with wide brown eyes.
When Derek's across the room proper, that's when Tate does the most cliche thing he can think of and bats a book of the ledge next to him. Poltergeist style. Then he moves out of the way to go stand elsewhere.]
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trying to save it to the computer the way i used to isn't working right
says certain files aren't copied and i wanna make sure they are
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i don't fucking know
i died in 94 jackass
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I'll help. Reluctantly. I'm not coming over, though. I'll walk you through it here.
What are you trying to save?
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i want to save like my photos
ones i've taken, ones i've saved
i think i got that tho
it's just when i try to copy the videos
there's a few that just get errors?
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Power button + lower volume button at the same time.
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did that work
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slightly suspicious, though. the error isn't really that complicated, hardly the kind of thing that can't be solved with one or two exploratory clicks, and he doesn't believe that tate can't figure this out for himself. maybe he's telling the truth here, but - kind of feels like tate's just horny. ]
I forgot about those.
[ a pause. ]
Close the error. Reset your computer. Try plugging your cable in to a different USB port.
That was a fun day.
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[A pause. Hilarious, right?]
which one? there are more than a few fun days saved
i think the video that's giving me trouble is one i sent myself from ur phone
the one you took for posterity
or did i take it? it's your pov either way
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Anyway.
That one. In particular. That was a fun day.
I still have a copy. I can send it to you. Maybe your file is corrupted.
[ and - he does that now. it doesn't take long to send. he already had it open, so. ]
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[Then he receives it, sits back and huffs before doing a few troubleshooting things back to back. While pressing play on the video, taking a moment to watch it through before raising his brows. Definitely want to keep that around, although he's not sure why. Besides getting to have these kinds of talks with Derek - which feel like a good excuse enough.]
u almost broke my jaw that day
i need u to knot in me more often
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That's one of the few things I can do here that other guys can't.
Can't have you getting used to it.
But it has been a while.
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[Besides using your dead mom's fingernails to do memory shit, or whatever.]
do you remember fort harmony
there was this part of it
a chase in the woods kinda deal
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An advantage is an advantage.
I remember Fort Harmony.
[ hard not to, all things considered. ]
What, you want to be chased?
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it was all about how dogs like chasing shit, having goals.
prey drive, i guess? so i figured you'd probably have that too
but not like in a fucked up fort harm way
just kind of in a kinky way
see how long it takes u to find me some night
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"My fat dog needs exercise, so I thought of you".
So insulting.
[ unfortunately, he is into that idea, so. probably says more about him than it does about tate. ]
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only it's socially acceptable to let you rail me
provided you can find and catch me.
it's ok if u don't think u can
we can just let u rail me without the foreplay
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Besides, you've got the video.
That'll keep you company.
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i guess i'll just go to bed.
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Now I know where to find you.
Sucker.
[ because - yeah, come on, it was obvious he was already putting on his shoes and hightailing it out of the den. he's not actually expecting tate to be fucking chased, he's way too lazy for that, but he is vaguely expecting him to go ghost-invisible in the treehouse for a while, watching derek search him out until he gets bored enough to show himself. might as well get this started, if that's the case. ]
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takes a few seconds to strip it all off and hide
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[ Tate really did die in the 90s. Derek leaves Tate hanging, after that, slipping down the steps from his side balcony and crossing the thankfully now trash-free sands of his beach towards Tate's place. It takes a little time to get there, largely because Derek's trying to mask his approach more than he normally does; he's walking slow, hiding his footsteps, so that when he does climb up the treehouse and slide on inside, he might be able to get the jump on Tate. He doesn't enter through the main door - he slips around to the first open window he finds and vaults on through, just like the good old days. ]
... Tate.
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A can of still fizzing soda is on the counter in the kitchen, next to a half-eaten sandwich. Beady eyes peer out from under the sofa, a little black claw reaching out if Derek should come near enough - batting at his bootlaces before clicking in a silent chirp. Probably trying to tell him what he can't see or sense - that Tate's standing unseen in the corner, a wisp of energy, watching Derek with wide brown eyes.
When Derek's across the room proper, that's when Tate does the most cliche thing he can think of and bats a book of the ledge next to him. Poltergeist style. Then he moves out of the way to go stand elsewhere.]