avery huffs out a little laugh, they’re always so grateful when people indulge them, especially when they do so convincingly - like dash. ‘ that woulda’ been so sick, man. ’ and something they would have more than likely asked to do, had sickness not struck them for the last two days of the ‘vacation’. avery, they discovered, was travel sick. ‘ thank you. ’ they mumble, for not thinking i’m weird, but that part goes unsaid. their friend’s work has always FASCINATED avery, everything dash had even breathed near in the music industry was tucked away safely and secretly on their phone, even when avery was seething at dash for leaving them so long ago, they begrudgingly downloaded dash’s new work and listened to it religiously.
‘ yeah? you mean that? ’ avery is BEAMING, to say the least, ‘ i’d really like that. bet you’re a super, serious, grumpy butt when you work, though. ’
it makes dash happy to see avery laugh --- genuinely happy --- and it makes him even more delighted that he’s the reason for it, after years of pure static on his end. ‘ y’know, next time i do a show, you really HAVE to do the lights ... if you want to, i mean. it’s just, i don’t know if i trust everyone else at v after that power outage. ’ and even if dash is joking about the last bit, his offer is completely SERIOUS. there isn’t anyone he can think of that’s more talented than avery at that sort of thing, or anyone he’d rather work with on it.
‘ yeah, of course! ’ and he’s grinning back, practically a mirror image of the ray of SUNSHINE standing in front of him. even as he’s insulted, albeit playfully, his features don’t fall --- though his nose does scrunch upward in response, mocha eyes bright. ‘ i am not! i’m totally professional and also REALLY fun, okay? you’ll see when you come, i always make sure everyone enjoys themselves! ’
