[Video] 02 Feathers

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[Davesprite's having a bit of a freak out. He's five years old and he's pretty sure he isn't supposed to be orange. He's also pretty sure he shouldn't be part crow and have a ghost tail. And these are definitely not the sunglasses Bro gave him! This isn't even the apartment he lives in!

Speaking of his big brother, looking around his apartment has told him nothing about his whereabouts. Dave is about ready to cry from all this overwhelming strangeness, but he doesn't because he's a Strider and Striders don't cry.

So, he turns to the thing that looks like a starfish walkie-talkie and flips it on to whatever setting. Maybe someone can help him find Bro. As long as he has his big brother around, he'll be fine.]

H-hello? Has anyone seen my big brother?

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[gj, Jake, traumatizing a child like that.]

Whaddyou think of 'em?

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[Jake is the best at kids.]

They're not bad. Just noisy. I think Jake carries guns with him everywhere.

[Dirk glances toward the kitchen, then back at Davesprite.]

D'you want soda?

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Swords are better.

Yes, please! ...As long as it's not diet.

[Ugh, does he hate diet sodas.]

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Swords are always better.

[Dirk makes his way to the kitchen, expecting Davesprite to follow along behind him.]

There's no diet. [Dirk had some in his apartment, but luckily for him, there was enough regular soda in the crawlspace that he didn't have to drink it often.

And Dirk pulls open a cabinet, which has wine bottles, soda, and even some apple juice that they got after Dave accidentally wandered into the house.]

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[The kid isn't far behind. He notices the apple juice, but he's going to stick with his original choice. That's the polite thing to do, he thinks.]

What's your favorite soda?

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Orange soda. [It's said in a 'duh' kind of tone. And it's pretty much the only kind in the house, too.]