john was ignorant to the finicky charsalamanders that grew even more finicky at the sudden entrance of davesprite. he was too entranced with the joining of father and daughter, already hearing the signature theme from the end of con air in his head. a tear welled up in the corner of his eyes, digging his knees into the ground and wrapping his arms around casey.
it was a good thing she still had the clothes on that rose gave her because he could have been hugging a stranger. the consequences would have been… crazy.
doki doki. just when he was about to twirl his body about with casey in his arms, he turned half a circle before seeing the orange creamsicle in the flesh. wow, he was just walking into everyone, wasn’t he!? john was the luckiest bastard around, vriska be damned.
” dave! come to chill with the salamanders too? “
at the mentioning of his precious daughter, he held casey up in dave’s face. she didn’t take too nicely to the fishing rod-sprite, a bubble spouting from its mouth and popping in his face.
” haha, oops. this is casey, my daughter. we’ve been through a lot before rose took her under her wing. “