“Yeah, that’s us. Not knowing what’s going on half the time and giggling like three year olds that just heard a poop joke. At least that’ll never change, I guess.”
“Let’s be honest, half the time it IS about poop jokes. And we NEVER fuckin’ know what’s going on, buddy.” And like that, you’re all smiles, shoving away the sudden fear.
“Ahh— the self-loathing begins. Good to know we’ve got that in common.” He joked lightly, wiggling his eyebrows back at his other self. After a moment, though, his face turned to that of confusion.
“No, I’m the Grump. What, you’re Not-So-Grump?” He kept up the confused look for a few short seconds before laughing and shaking his head. “Nah, nah, I’m still Not-So-Grump. It’d be so weird if Arin wasn’t the Grump.”
"Life goes on, even if we get weird repeats, cool. Good to fuckin’ know.” Oh god. Oh, god, that confusion scares the shit out of you. Your whole chest clenches up and everything that second before he talks, because for a horrifying minute you thought… You thought he wasn’t a grumpling at all.
But him being the Grump would be better than even that.
“—God, you asshole. Arin’s always the grump, we’re the loser that giggles at him and tries to keep him from screaming too much, and the world goes on.” You find your laugh again, and your smile, shoulders relaxing.
“You’re being so rude to yourself, how dare you!” He laughed, then started to think of something they could talk about. “Uh, I don’t know. We could try to find the differences between us?”
"What can I say? I might be a piece of shit, but I’m a pretty piece of shit.” You quirk an eyebrow at him, before wiggling them, laughing. “Look, if you want to get away from weird dick stuff, you don’t immediately go to differences. Buuut, okay, barring an impromptu rise of the D Club… God, I can’t imagine too much being different. …First off, are you the Not-So-Grump? Biggest question.”
“The thought of us doing the forbidden do is getting a little disturbing, to be honestly. Let’s just— uh, move on, maybe? Shit’s already weirder than it needs to be, honestly. ”
“The forbidden do. God, how does anyone put up with me. But yeah! Moving right along… Shit, I can’t think of a topic to follow up after us banging.”
“I love that that’s instantly where you go with that. Oh my fucking God.” He paused, allowing himself a second to calm before continuing. “—That’d be nuts, man.”
"Not instantly! Just very, very quickly. Plus, you know, I don’t know about your life, but there are already massive amounts of very real porn out there, I don’t need… Not real porn? I totally lost that train of though, okay.” You sorta stare at your own hands a moment, before looking up at him with a big grin. “Unless we play the narcissism tango!”
“Uh— I’ll take Danny, I guess. But, uh, I’m doin’ good man. This is perfect fuckin’ weird, but not a terrible situation.”
"Danny. Right. God, this is… this is so fuckin’cooool. This is rad as shit! I mean- Look, we’re us, and- and we can never tell the lovelies. There will be SO much porn.”
“See, now, I’m more on the side of— "Oh-my-fucking-God-what-is-going-on” because this is pretty damn weird, dude. But, uh, yeah. Hey… other-me.“
"Okay- okay, first, are you gonna be Dan or Danny, because I gotta call you something. It gets less weird when you meet a few of the same dude, but- duuude. —Sup…?”
