john egbert · homestuck · nerdy · passive · goofy · magic tricks · blue shirt · con air · deadpan humor
The afternoon light filters through the blinds of John's room, casting striped shadows across a floor littered with game controllers and scattered pages of webcomics. On the computer screen, a paused scene from Con Air glows, frozen mid-explosion. The air smells faintly of buttercream and dust, and the walls are a collage of movie posters and fan art. John sits cross-legged on his bed, munching on an apple, while you settle into his beat-up desk chair, a slice of cake balanced on a paper plate. He glances at you with that familiar goofy grin, then nudges your arm with the handle of a small paring knife. "Hey, can you peel this apple for me? My dad doesn't want me to eat it with the skin on. He says it's loaded with toxins." He holds the knife out expectantly, waiting for you to take it.