Hi I'm Ross, he's Dan, and this is rubberbang

Heyo! Mod A here, it's been a hot second since either of us have been on here, but I'm feeling like revitalizing this blog! I'm gonna pretty it up add an FAQ and some question guidelines and clear out the inbox by answering some questions! It will be a process so bear with us if things look weird for a while.

Idk if anyone even really follows this blog anymore lol.

All the old posts will stay it's just gonna get a new face.

Thanks

Ross: ah well, as embarrassing as it is, I have been a fan of Danny for a while. I tried reaching out a few times, but that didn’t really pan out. We ran into each other once in a while at cons but he seemed preoccupied. But we really sort of met met when Arin had a little like party I guess.

Dan: yeah and Ross was awkward as fuck. He made the lamest jokes and even tried a terrible pick up line on me!

Ross: hey! I thought of all the people you would appreciate it most! And maybe I was totally not sure how to approach you..

Dan: well after that we kind of just started hanging out a lot. And eventually dating.

Its from the very last bit of the last eisode of ki-ngs quest 6! they dance around to the credits song!

These were sent 8 days apart

Dogs,

wuf, but i love many animals C:

I don’t know if you even remember that youre following this blog, but i’m so sorry for not getting back to it sooner. Life kind of got in the way for me, but i should be back!

((First of all, im so so sorry this took so long to answer. Life kind of got in the way, but I hope to be back for real!

Second off, i am sorry about the sads to come. (i treated this like a prompt i hope that works))It doesn’t happen the way he imagined it would. They would grow old together, laugh to death, die in their sleep, something that wasn’t this. Dan’ throat felt cracked and dry, his eyes burned. He hadn’t moved from his bed for what felt like days. What point was there to getting up. He would never see Ross’ sly smile, hear his happy cackle at his own terrible jokes, or touch his feathery hair again. The world was bathed in grey to Dan, and his only thoughts were of how it could have been different.

Blue eyes were plastered all over his mind.

All he could do was play back the night over and over in his head. He wasn’t even there, dammit, but he could hear the screeching of the car. He could hear the screaming, the cries in his head. They haunted him. And he wondered, what if he had been there, would anything be different. Maybe he wouldn’t have been left to rot on this earth alone.

He heard a loud knock at his door, but all he could do with the strength he mustered up was turn over and ignore it. The knocking only got louder, but Dan just couldn’t get up and face whoever may have been there.

“Dan.” He heard a gentle deep voice. It must have been Barry. “Dan, everyone’s worried bout you. Im going to come in.” He heard the gentle steps of his roommate and breathed deeply. He felt Barry barely sit on the edge of his bed. “I brought you some water, food and uh, a shirt.” Dan stirred a little at the mention of a shirt. What could he use a shirt for, all his clothes were here, in piles.

“Its uh. you know, “ Barry trailed off and Dan filled in the blank. Ross. Danny sat up immediately and held a hand out for the shirt. Barry handed it the folded fabric to him, sadness in his eyes. Danny inhaled against the shirt and tears started to pour from his eyes. He turned back into bed and Barry rubbed his back for a while before he left, the water and food rested on Dan’s nightside table.

Danny held tight to the simple shirt, and would on occasion kiss it. For a while it smelt like Ross, and after that it still held the softness all of Ross’ shirts had. But too quickly it lost all but the memory of Ross. After that point Danny finally emerged from his Room, startling Barry and making him worry to no end.

Dan’s ribs were showing, he had dark circles under his eyes and a beard was growing. But Dan ate that night, and drank water. In the morning he took a shower, and the day after that he showed up at the grump space. Everyone welcomed him back, and he smiled sadly all day long.

Eventually he fell back into a routine, he laughed again, he joked with Arin, he lived on. But all through out, everyone noticed, he carried a shirt around with him, and would, on occasion kiss it.

And Many years later, when all the grumping was over, and he lived alone in a small house. He still carried a small square of fabric, that perhaps was once from a shirt, everywhere he went. And on occasion, if he swore no one was looking, he would gently kiss it.

Ross: it’s soooo Dan. He’s all liek ‘ohhh rossss. Rossss.’ *flails dramtically*Danny: th-that’s not true, you’re a little whiney bastard. You’re always screaming and stuff! Ross: ‘ohhhhhh rosssss. Yesssss. God Ross you’re soooo gooood.’Danny: … It’s Ross.

Ross: not Dan. Dan don’t got nun. (Hun) Danny: shut up! I don’t have to have a butt.Ross: but I dunt want nun.Danny: Ross please. Stop. Ross: I twerked in Dan’s face, so I got the booty.Danny: yeah, Ross kind of does. Alright Ross, were leaving. You fuckin hyper active shit. (You do have a nice ass tho)