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[Aaah, okay, Dirk is not a stoic unfeeling manlyguy incapable of the human disease called anxiety, lesson secured. Dave feels...a little bad for even wondering if he might be.
Time to do what he does best: Pretend everything is chill by throwing words at the world.]
Okay. Yeah, Karkat. Um...you know, even if he says you smell like a butt made out of dumps, you can at LEAST stay in the hotel, right? Come on, Wart.
[Dave opens the door for all of them, feeling oddly balanced even having lost nearly a foot of height. Is that because Wart's a Fighting type? Or a Psychic type? Wart himself definitely looks less comfortable on Dave's stork legs, though maybe he's just not comfortable with, like. Anything. He really wants his Psychic powers back, thanks.
Dave looks back, though, intrigued.]
Am I taller than you? You know, normally. How tall are you?
Time to do what he does best: Pretend everything is chill by throwing words at the world.]
Okay. Yeah, Karkat. Um...you know, even if he says you smell like a butt made out of dumps, you can at LEAST stay in the hotel, right? Come on, Wart.
[Dave opens the door for all of them, feeling oddly balanced even having lost nearly a foot of height. Is that because Wart's a Fighting type? Or a Psychic type? Wart himself definitely looks less comfortable on Dave's stork legs, though maybe he's just not comfortable with, like. Anything. He really wants his Psychic powers back, thanks.
Dave looks back, though, intrigued.]
Am I taller than you? You know, normally. How tall are you?
[...........................................................
OKAY HE WASN'T GOING TO BEFORE DAVE BROUGHT IT UP BUT??? IT'S LIKE TELLING SOMEONE NOT TO THINK OF A PINK MUSCLEBEAST, IT JUST DOESN'T WORK oh god oh fuck oh god think about something else literally anything else, uh, how about, his hive??? Holy shit he hasn't seen his hive since—since the last dream bubble they were in that contained some segment of it, actually, which wasn't that long ago, but still. His DVD collections, uhhhh, game grubs, recuperacoon—]
CAN WE JUST
MAKE A MUTUAL AGREEMENT TO NOT MENTION ANYTHING RELATED TO PAILS IN THE FUTURE AT ALL EVER.
AND PRETEND THIS PART OF THE CONVERSATION NEVER HAPPENED.
I SWEAR I'LL STAY WHERE I AM AND WAIT FOR YOU IF WE CAN DO THIS, PLEASE.
[Especially since it's sort of impossible to bring up pails without dwelling entirely too long on his empty flushed and caliginous quadrants and HAHAHAHA HIS POSTERS??? HE HAD POSTERS. POSTERS OF MOVIES. God Troll Will Smith is hot??? Wait, no, shit, think unsexy thoughts, think unsexy thoughts, think unsexy thoughts.]
OKAY HE WASN'T GOING TO BEFORE DAVE BROUGHT IT UP BUT??? IT'S LIKE TELLING SOMEONE NOT TO THINK OF A PINK MUSCLEBEAST, IT JUST DOESN'T WORK oh god oh fuck oh god think about something else literally anything else, uh, how about, his hive??? Holy shit he hasn't seen his hive since—since the last dream bubble they were in that contained some segment of it, actually, which wasn't that long ago, but still. His DVD collections, uhhhh, game grubs, recuperacoon—]
CAN WE JUST
MAKE A MUTUAL AGREEMENT TO NOT MENTION ANYTHING RELATED TO PAILS IN THE FUTURE AT ALL EVER.
AND PRETEND THIS PART OF THE CONVERSATION NEVER HAPPENED.
I SWEAR I'LL STAY WHERE I AM AND WAIT FOR YOU IF WE CAN DO THIS, PLEASE.
[Especially since it's sort of impossible to bring up pails without dwelling entirely too long on his empty flushed and caliginous quadrants and HAHAHAHA HIS POSTERS??? HE HAD POSTERS. POSTERS OF MOVIES. God Troll Will Smith is hot??? Wait, no, shit, think unsexy thoughts, think unsexy thoughts, think unsexy thoughts.]
WHAT? NO, WHAT THE FUCK DAVE.
THE INTERIOR WAS GRAY. AND THE EXTERIOR.
HOW THE FUCK WOULD SOMETHING FEEL GRAY THAT DOESN'T EVEN MAKE SENSE.
[Is Dave Terezi noh fuck, don't think about Terezi. (Even if she's the Seer of Mind? And that's kind of what Dave is doing right now?? Wow, no.) Think about... what would be a nice thing for Dave to read off of him? Sensory impressions? Like...
Experimentally, he thinks of the night sky over Alternia, the green and pink moons and how each would wax and wane in tandem as the seasons progressed. He hasn't seen them since that last dream bubble, either, and frankly, this pale white pseudo-Earth moon is a load of hoofbeastshit in comparison.
... He's actually starting to feel a little homesick, what the fuck. Maybe this was a bad idea.]
HOW FAR AWAY ARE YOU.
THE INTERIOR WAS GRAY. AND THE EXTERIOR.
HOW THE FUCK WOULD SOMETHING FEEL GRAY THAT DOESN'T EVEN MAKE SENSE.
[Is Dave Terezi noh fuck, don't think about Terezi. (Even if she's the Seer of Mind? And that's kind of what Dave is doing right now?? Wow, no.) Think about... what would be a nice thing for Dave to read off of him? Sensory impressions? Like...
Experimentally, he thinks of the night sky over Alternia, the green and pink moons and how each would wax and wane in tandem as the seasons progressed. He hasn't seen them since that last dream bubble, either, and frankly, this pale white pseudo-Earth moon is a load of hoofbeastshit in comparison.
... He's actually starting to feel a little homesick, what the fuck. Maybe this was a bad idea.]
HOW FAR AWAY ARE YOU.
not far i think
that was a lot clearer
maybe because you were concentrating on it though
[In return--and maybe in response, because it's tinged with a similar, if complicated longing for the familiar--Karkat receives what's at first merely a faint sense of sound, which eventually resolves into distant city noise, the honking of horns and the occasional siren what seems like a whole world below and away. It's difficult to see many stars with the light pollution even as evening slides away, but night is when the city smells cleanest, when solitude feels natural and not like a waiting threat.
Also, being awake at night was a lot better than dreaming of Derse hahaha.]
are you anywhere near the road?
that was a lot clearer
maybe because you were concentrating on it though
[In return--and maybe in response, because it's tinged with a similar, if complicated longing for the familiar--Karkat receives what's at first merely a faint sense of sound, which eventually resolves into distant city noise, the honking of horns and the occasional siren what seems like a whole world below and away. It's difficult to see many stars with the light pollution even as evening slides away, but night is when the city smells cleanest, when solitude feels natural and not like a waiting threat.
Also, being awake at night was a lot better than dreaming of Derse hahaha.]
are you anywhere near the road?
[ Pretending everything is chill by verbalizing endlessly sounds about right to Dirk. His face certainly is good at pretending. That doesn't falter even once while he keeps internally flipping the fuck out. ]
That's good to know. [ Is Dave just saying he'll overrule Karkat's vote? That's probably what he's saying here. That's massively appreciated. He wonders if everyone else is in the same hotel.
Dirk follows behind them - adjusting to the balance after a couple of steps. He's not comfortable but he's doing his best to not fall on his face again and it's working. He's also using a hand and combing it through Karkat's unruly hair with his fingers. This is some bedhead. Jesus dick. He's going to at least get this a little neater with the effort. If someone else runs into them he doesn't want to make Karkat look like a mess. ]
Five ten, I think.
That's good to know. [ Is Dave just saying he'll overrule Karkat's vote? That's probably what he's saying here. That's massively appreciated. He wonders if everyone else is in the same hotel.
Dirk follows behind them - adjusting to the balance after a couple of steps. He's not comfortable but he's doing his best to not fall on his face again and it's working. He's also using a hand and combing it through Karkat's unruly hair with his fingers. This is some bedhead. Jesus dick. He's going to at least get this a little neater with the effort. If someone else runs into them he doesn't want to make Karkat look like a mess. ]
Five ten, I think.
[The refrain is familiar; the speaker is not. The speaker is also wrong, but Karkat can't muster the words needed to contradict him, forced instead to rely on shaking his head furiously and pressing closer, his bloodpusher plummeting. It's not Dave's fault, it could never be Dave's fault, not when it's something like this. If anyone's to blame, it's Dave's goddamn lusus for fucking him up this badly in the first place, then Dirk for setting him off, then...]
Sh-shoosh.
[It's not as loud as Karkat would like, but he makes up for it with sheer vehemence. Shoosh, damn you, no freaking out at the same time he's freaking out, they need to fucking coordinate, draw up some schedules, something, do all moirails have this problem? He hadn't with Gamzee, but then Gamzee was a self-absorbed, sanctimonious sack of shit and Karkat wasn't half as pale for him as he is for Dave now. If Dave needs him to, he'll put his fucking panic attack on hold and tend to him. Any second now. Just put that sucker off until Dave's shit is dealt with and then he can go back to blubbering uselessly. Yeah.
Karkat waits, but the only thing that changes from one moment to the next is the introduction of a high-pitched whine coming from somewhere in his bellow matrix. Fucking—fuck, shit, fuck, he didn't even know humans could make that noise, how the hell is it supposed to reassure Dave of anything? Answer: it won't and can't. How can someone as wonderful as Dave think he's the fuck-up when he has Karkat to compare himself to?
He cuts off the sound as quickly as he can, tries and fails to stifle another hiccuping sob, and tries to relax his death grip on Dave into something gentler, more calming, something to cradle this enormous wiggler before he can seriously damage himself again. Shooooooooooosh, he's got you. His sanity may be hanging by a thread, but he's not going anywhere.]
Sh-shoosh.
[It's not as loud as Karkat would like, but he makes up for it with sheer vehemence. Shoosh, damn you, no freaking out at the same time he's freaking out, they need to fucking coordinate, draw up some schedules, something, do all moirails have this problem? He hadn't with Gamzee, but then Gamzee was a self-absorbed, sanctimonious sack of shit and Karkat wasn't half as pale for him as he is for Dave now. If Dave needs him to, he'll put his fucking panic attack on hold and tend to him. Any second now. Just put that sucker off until Dave's shit is dealt with and then he can go back to blubbering uselessly. Yeah.
Karkat waits, but the only thing that changes from one moment to the next is the introduction of a high-pitched whine coming from somewhere in his bellow matrix. Fucking—fuck, shit, fuck, he didn't even know humans could make that noise, how the hell is it supposed to reassure Dave of anything? Answer: it won't and can't. How can someone as wonderful as Dave think he's the fuck-up when he has Karkat to compare himself to?
He cuts off the sound as quickly as he can, tries and fails to stifle another hiccuping sob, and tries to relax his death grip on Dave into something gentler, more calming, something to cradle this enormous wiggler before he can seriously damage himself again. Shooooooooooosh, he's got you. His sanity may be hanging by a thread, but he's not going anywhere.]
[YEAH NO THAT IS NOT A REASSURING SOUND?
But whatever. This whole goddamn mess can't really get any worse--knock on fuckin' wood--and it's not like Dave can do anything about it right now, he is all hells of getting his weep on. Awesome. He can't wait to be a useless sack of shit all day and fall down all this snot. Like a Slip 'n' Slide of utter weaksauce bullshit.
He buries his face in Karkat's shoulder, not rocking anymore, just crying. Even if his noises aren't as notably distressing as Karkat's, they won't stop, he can't stop. Even when he traps them behind his teeth and muffles them into Karkat's shirt they just come out like nnnnhh-hnh-hnh-hnh which is almost as cartoonishly stupid-sounding as boo-hoo-hoo or wehhh.
Dave is half-naked in a bathtub and wet and sniveling and he made Karkat cry, and he sucks.]
I'm sorry...
[He wants to curl up at the bottom of the bathtub and never come out again, but that would super not address the problem. Any of the problems. Dave doesn't even know where to start, there's just too much. Everything happens too much.
He'd want to go home, if home ever made fucking sense for Dave to want. If there were anywhere safer and warmer and better than a cold bathtub where Karkat had him.
He finally shooshes, as much as he can shoosh, all weak hiccupy sounds that he can't even try to rein in. Dave can't deal with Dirk and Bro and being here and failing Rose and Terezi and everyone dying and not being able to save one person even once. Fuck everything, he never even had a handle to pirouette from, he can't juggle these knives without fumbling them so he's just gonna drop them all and sit there and bawl.
Inasmuch as Dave ever bawls, but.]
But whatever. This whole goddamn mess can't really get any worse--knock on fuckin' wood--and it's not like Dave can do anything about it right now, he is all hells of getting his weep on. Awesome. He can't wait to be a useless sack of shit all day and fall down all this snot. Like a Slip 'n' Slide of utter weaksauce bullshit.
He buries his face in Karkat's shoulder, not rocking anymore, just crying. Even if his noises aren't as notably distressing as Karkat's, they won't stop, he can't stop. Even when he traps them behind his teeth and muffles them into Karkat's shirt they just come out like nnnnhh-hnh-hnh-hnh which is almost as cartoonishly stupid-sounding as boo-hoo-hoo or wehhh.
Dave is half-naked in a bathtub and wet and sniveling and he made Karkat cry, and he sucks.]
I'm sorry...
[He wants to curl up at the bottom of the bathtub and never come out again, but that would super not address the problem. Any of the problems. Dave doesn't even know where to start, there's just too much. Everything happens too much.
He'd want to go home, if home ever made fucking sense for Dave to want. If there were anywhere safer and warmer and better than a cold bathtub where Karkat had him.
He finally shooshes, as much as he can shoosh, all weak hiccupy sounds that he can't even try to rein in. Dave can't deal with Dirk and Bro and being here and failing Rose and Terezi and everyone dying and not being able to save one person even once. Fuck everything, he never even had a handle to pirouette from, he can't juggle these knives without fumbling them so he's just gonna drop them all and sit there and bawl.
Inasmuch as Dave ever bawls, but.]
[YES. GOOD, NOW DAVE IS TALKING SENSE or rather complete fucking nonsense, but that's exactly what both of them need to hear to forget the unbelievable awkwardness that was the last, ugh, Karkat doesn't even want to know and he's not the Knight of Time here anyway, that part of the conversation never happened and that's what matters.
... And, even if Dave isn't blushing, a certain former troll is probably blushing enough for the both of them. Fortunately, he has greasy fried food stuff in his face to hide it.
Oddly, he hadn't anticipated the boop.]
Dave, what the fuck.
[His tone is flat, but despite how tempting it is to turn and look at Dave, he's feeling pretty happy with the minor distance he'd retreated when Dave had lain back again, just because he'd needed that additional buffer. Hahahahaaldksgfjhdgj he is not having... he's having nothing. Hypothetically nothing is taking place here because he absolutely wouldn't be considering anything other than perfect pale propriety toward his moirail, because that's how quadrants work. He knows how quadrants work, he is a romance savant.
He fidgets with a fry, then shoves it down his meal tunnel. Gosh these sure are delicious.]
You want a horrorterror as a pet. And... wait, why the fuck am I working at a factory? What factory? Why aren't you working?
[Yes, he's actually getting a little engaged in this imaginary scenario that is totally unrelated to the nonexistent one previously mentioned. Haha, engaged. Haha. Ha. Fuck, maybe he's imagining it? Again. That other time was clearly a fluke, right, so—fuck, no, he's not thinking about that right now, tell him more about this space kraken they're going to use as some unnecessarily elaborate bouncer for their equally extravagant mansion.]
... And, even if Dave isn't blushing, a certain former troll is probably blushing enough for the both of them. Fortunately, he has greasy fried food stuff in his face to hide it.
Oddly, he hadn't anticipated the boop.]
Dave, what the fuck.
[His tone is flat, but despite how tempting it is to turn and look at Dave, he's feeling pretty happy with the minor distance he'd retreated when Dave had lain back again, just because he'd needed that additional buffer. Hahahahaaldksgfjhdgj he is not having... he's having nothing. Hypothetically nothing is taking place here because he absolutely wouldn't be considering anything other than perfect pale propriety toward his moirail, because that's how quadrants work. He knows how quadrants work, he is a romance savant.
He fidgets with a fry, then shoves it down his meal tunnel. Gosh these sure are delicious.]
You want a horrorterror as a pet. And... wait, why the fuck am I working at a factory? What factory? Why aren't you working?
[Yes, he's actually getting a little engaged in this imaginary scenario that is totally unrelated to the nonexistent one previously mentioned. Haha, engaged. Haha. Ha. Fuck, maybe he's imagining it? Again. That other time was clearly a fluke, right, so—fuck, no, he's not thinking about that right now, tell him more about this space kraken they're going to use as some unnecessarily elaborate bouncer for their equally extravagant mansion.]
[Karkat's only familiar with those sounds from a mere handful of the human movies he's seen, and the novelty distracts him just enough from his own mental picture to make the latter fade. He thinks he can identify a few of the things he's hearing, but others completely mystify him. Is that what Dave's home really sounded like?
He doesn't get the chance to ask. Instead... fuck. Fuck, Dave must be close if he's asking that, and momentarily forgetting the stupid fingerless gloves covering his/not-his palms and the (coarser than Dave's, not as feather-soft) blond hair on his/not-his head, Karkat smacks both together with enough force to hopefull leave Dirk brain damaged, then musses for all he's worth. Sweet Troll Jegus, why is he the one panicking when it's Dave who's going to be the one worse off for seeing him? He's so fucking selfish, stupid, pathetic—]
YEAH, I
I MEAN NO BUT I CAN BE IN A SECOND.
DO YOU WANT ME TO WAIT THERE FOR YOU OR SHOULD I STAY WHERE I AM AND YOU MESSAGE ME WHEN YOU'RE READY?
He doesn't get the chance to ask. Instead... fuck. Fuck, Dave must be close if he's asking that, and momentarily forgetting the stupid fingerless gloves covering his/not-his palms and the (coarser than Dave's, not as feather-soft) blond hair on his/not-his head, Karkat smacks both together with enough force to hopefull leave Dirk brain damaged, then musses for all he's worth. Sweet Troll Jegus, why is he the one panicking when it's Dave who's going to be the one worse off for seeing him? He's so fucking selfish, stupid, pathetic—]
YEAH, I
I MEAN NO BUT I CAN BE IN A SECOND.
DO YOU WANT ME TO WAIT THERE FOR YOU OR SHOULD I STAY WHERE I AM AND YOU MESSAGE ME WHEN YOU'RE READY?
[Dave stumbles to a stop at the rising panic. Hey, hey, no, shoooooosh, he thinks, or maybe says? He's not sure, all he's thinking of are soft warm hands, of burying his nose in Karkat's (real, trollish) hair, of how nice it feels to rub his hand over Karkat's back. Wonder and deep, almost aching care, softness that brings him to hush.]
shhhhhhhhhh
shh
im not gonna do that again ok? ok
its ok and im ok and the two of us were gonna be ok here in the okest state of being which happens to be called oklahoma
[But even as he tries to soothe Karkat, his own doubt and nerves rise, and he shifts his weight, uncomfortable. He can't really promise that, can he. But, maybe, if they can just make it so it can't happen...]
ok karkat i have sort of a suggestion so bear with me here
its
kinda kinky??
wait holy shit is palekink a thing please tell me it is jesus christ i HAVE to know
anyway it requires you letting me trust you is that cool with you bro
[Whatever it is, he's a little nervous about it--a little embarrassed?--and about how Karkat will take it.]
shhhhhhhhhh
shh
im not gonna do that again ok? ok
its ok and im ok and the two of us were gonna be ok here in the okest state of being which happens to be called oklahoma
[But even as he tries to soothe Karkat, his own doubt and nerves rise, and he shifts his weight, uncomfortable. He can't really promise that, can he. But, maybe, if they can just make it so it can't happen...]
ok karkat i have sort of a suggestion so bear with me here
its
kinda kinky??
wait holy shit is palekink a thing please tell me it is jesus christ i HAVE to know
anyway it requires you letting me trust you is that cool with you bro
[Whatever it is, he's a little nervous about it--a little embarrassed?--and about how Karkat will take it.]
You work at the romcom factory where they make romcoms, duh. You can be, like, the C.E.O., is that more respectable?
[Shrug!]
Anyway, I didn't say I don't work, but someone's gotta look after the wigglers.
[As he tucks his arm under his head as an extra pillow, though, Dave realizes he doesn't actually have a fucking clue what he would do, if he'd had the opportunity to grow up. He hesitates, trying to remember what he used to want to be. He has to have had some dream, right?]
Huh. I guess I...go back to doing SBaHJ? Keeping the frothing public satiated, handling all the merchandising...start my blog up again, maybe.
[That sounds...not very fulfilling, actually. Quick, go back to bullshit.]
Eh, I dunno, actually three entire kids might keep me pretty busy. Are you prepared to sustain me in the lifestyle to which I'm accustomed, dude? The taxes on our island are probably fucking horrendous.
[Shrug!]
Anyway, I didn't say I don't work, but someone's gotta look after the wigglers.
[As he tucks his arm under his head as an extra pillow, though, Dave realizes he doesn't actually have a fucking clue what he would do, if he'd had the opportunity to grow up. He hesitates, trying to remember what he used to want to be. He has to have had some dream, right?]
Huh. I guess I...go back to doing SBaHJ? Keeping the frothing public satiated, handling all the merchandising...start my blog up again, maybe.
[That sounds...not very fulfilling, actually. Quick, go back to bullshit.]
Eh, I dunno, actually three entire kids might keep me pretty busy. Are you prepared to sustain me in the lifestyle to which I'm accustomed, dude? The taxes on our island are probably fucking horrendous.
[Well, mostly he's saying Karkat has no say in who gets to stay in the public dang hotel, but yeah, Dave would at least be willing to put a word in for Dirk.
Anyway, he's surprised and a little--juuuust a little--bit pleased.]
Huh. Yeah, I. Guess I'm a little taller than that, now. I hit a growth spurt around my birthday.
[He starts to lead the way to the lobby, but then Wart says "eep!" in Dave's voice and puts a hand in his pocket. He opens the PokéGear, then hands it to Dave so he can reply to Karkat. In the meantime, Wart just tries not to look embarrassed, though he eventually gives up and stuffs his hands in his pockets, blushing faintly.
Dave glances up again, about to say something, then does a double-take. A faint thread of laughter winds its way through his mental voice.]
Are you trying to brush Karkat's hair?
Anyway, he's surprised and a little--juuuust a little--bit pleased.]
Huh. Yeah, I. Guess I'm a little taller than that, now. I hit a growth spurt around my birthday.
[He starts to lead the way to the lobby, but then Wart says "eep!" in Dave's voice and puts a hand in his pocket. He opens the PokéGear, then hands it to Dave so he can reply to Karkat. In the meantime, Wart just tries not to look embarrassed, though he eventually gives up and stuffs his hands in his pockets, blushing faintly.
Dave glances up again, about to say something, then does a double-take. A faint thread of laughter winds its way through his mental voice.]
Are you trying to brush Karkat's hair?
[ Dirk is thinking about movies that contain scenes of hotels in them. There's a list of pros and cons he's forming in the back of his head while feeling a vague sense of childish excitement about maybe staying in one. He decides he has to try room service at least once so he can report back to Roxy about how classy it is even if this is no where near as lavish of a hotel as the word "classy" implies. He hopes they have those card-key locks. Did he see Dave with a key? He rumages through his (Karkat's) pockets to see if he has one. Then returns the hands back to the (futile?) effort of taming this hair.
He missed Dave's birthday. Now he's older and taller. The logical point of his head states that he missed every birthday and feeling like he failed the guy somehow by not celebrating it is stupid. He feels like he let him down somehow. He has to make up for an alternate version of him that never made him boxed lunches. If Jane was here, he'd probably ask her to make a beyond-belated cake. She would call him crazy but do it anyway, he bets.
His eyes stick to Wart while they move. Wow. That's all kinds of weird and adorable seeing Dave's face blush. He only stops when Dave chimes into his thoughts again. He slowly turns his gaze over (down. Dave is so soft right now.) Hd promptly drops his hands to his sides. ]
He really leaves it like this? It's a disaster.
He missed Dave's birthday. Now he's older and taller. The logical point of his head states that he missed every birthday and feeling like he failed the guy somehow by not celebrating it is stupid. He feels like he let him down somehow. He has to make up for an alternate version of him that never made him boxed lunches. If Jane was here, he'd probably ask her to make a beyond-belated cake. She would call him crazy but do it anyway, he bets.
His eyes stick to Wart while they move. Wow. That's all kinds of weird and adorable seeing Dave's face blush. He only stops when Dave chimes into his thoughts again. He slowly turns his gaze over (down. Dave is so soft right now.) Hd promptly drops his hands to his sides. ]
He really leaves it like this? It's a disaster.
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Sometimes I ruffle it up and he just ruffles it back to the way it was somehow. I'm not sure they had combs on Alternia.
[There it is again: deep, hard-earned fondness woven over time, dark greys and bright reds and, wow, Dave really wants to hold that guy's hand all the time or something. Those are some very snuggly feelings that may or may not actually be pale.]
It's kind of pointless to try, anyway, it's too thick. Jade's hair is like that too but at least you can tie it up with shit.
[The feel of it in his hands, heavy and dark and coarse, long afternoons spent brushing it out and twisting it gently into braids and fancy up-dos and elven-looking slender crowns just to get it out of her face, so her eyes are clear.
Her eyes look like her laughter sounds, so bright and electric.]
[There it is again: deep, hard-earned fondness woven over time, dark greys and bright reds and, wow, Dave really wants to hold that guy's hand all the time or something. Those are some very snuggly feelings that may or may not actually be pale.]
It's kind of pointless to try, anyway, it's too thick. Jade's hair is like that too but at least you can tie it up with shit.
[The feel of it in his hands, heavy and dark and coarse, long afternoons spent brushing it out and twisting it gently into braids and fancy up-dos and elven-looking slender crowns just to get it out of her face, so her eyes are clear.
Her eyes look like her laughter sounds, so bright and electric.]
Yikes. [ The delivery is flat. There's a considerate pause, then a shrug. ] Fuck it. That sounds like a challenge. I'm brushing his hair later.
[ This might be the only time this hair gets brushed. Karkat will feel loads better if he can run a finger through without it getting stuck in a tangle. Dave will too, assuming that fits into their strange platonic relationship.
Strange because he's pretty sure the pick ups from Dave don't seem platonic. He's had the feeling. So he's practically an expert of the heart ( ha ), right? He thinks he should know. It's also nearly identical to whatever is going on after the remark about Jade. He would think regular friends don't usually brush eachother's hair. Unless it is a normal behavior and those gay BFF tropes are really on the nose. Seriously doubtful. Was Roxy ever disappointed he never braided her hair?
John did say a Dave dated Jade... ]
Are two moirails common for trolls or does Jade fall under matesprit?
[ This might be the only time this hair gets brushed. Karkat will feel loads better if he can run a finger through without it getting stuck in a tangle. Dave will too, assuming that fits into their strange platonic relationship.
Strange because he's pretty sure the pick ups from Dave don't seem platonic. He's had the feeling. So he's practically an expert of the heart ( ha ), right? He thinks he should know. It's also nearly identical to whatever is going on after the remark about Jade. He would think regular friends don't usually brush eachother's hair. Unless it is a normal behavior and those gay BFF tropes are really on the nose. Seriously doubtful. Was Roxy ever disappointed he never braided her hair?
John did say a Dave dated Jade... ]
Are two moirails common for trolls or does Jade fall under matesprit?
Edited 2016-05-26 21:07 (UTC)
Pgkl;;skdlff!!
[Wow, a person's brain sure can make noises that aren't possible in airspace.]
What? No! Jade and I are--wow, dude, where did you even get that impression, Jade's like my best girl friend. Two words, a friend who is a girl.
[Aaaaaaaaaaaaa abort abort abort, how does he turn it off? In the background, Wart sighs and rubs the corners of his eyes.]
A-also, it's not like I'm a troll. Except in the usual sense of the word. Human friends can fall asleep in each other's laps, that's totally normal. And cool. And chill.
[Wow, a person's brain sure can make noises that aren't possible in airspace.]
What? No! Jade and I are--wow, dude, where did you even get that impression, Jade's like my best girl friend. Two words, a friend who is a girl.
[Aaaaaaaaaaaaa abort abort abort, how does he turn it off? In the background, Wart sighs and rubs the corners of his eyes.]
A-also, it's not like I'm a troll. Except in the usual sense of the word. Human friends can fall asleep in each other's laps, that's totally normal. And cool. And chill.
[ What. The. Fuck. Was that sound?
Well then. Dave's response does get Dirk to visibly emote using Karkat's face. He's now wearing a clear expression of complete confusion. The brows knit together and the lips curve down in a frown. Uh. Did he cross a boundary? Dirk, you fuckhead. This isn't even a lightning round. Dave said he told the appropriate parties about that moirellgence thing with Karkat. This would have been a common knowledge thing if he interpreted right. He did not. Shit.
Okay. Dave had no idea what his emotions were doing. Or Dirk doesn't understand shit. One of those. Possibly both. ]
The associated feelings and impressions for both you were giving off reminded me of my own during my only, I admit, romantic relationship. I just thought since Karkat got you using quadrants, you'd place one of them in another to avoid some kind of platonic cheating? So... [ Yep. He raises his shoulders in a tight uncomfortable shrug and holds it until he's done speaking. ]
Never tried that one. Sounds nice.
Well then. Dave's response does get Dirk to visibly emote using Karkat's face. He's now wearing a clear expression of complete confusion. The brows knit together and the lips curve down in a frown. Uh. Did he cross a boundary? Dirk, you fuckhead. This isn't even a lightning round. Dave said he told the appropriate parties about that moirellgence thing with Karkat. This would have been a common knowledge thing if he interpreted right. He did not. Shit.
Okay. Dave had no idea what his emotions were doing. Or Dirk doesn't understand shit. One of those. Possibly both. ]
The associated feelings and impressions for both you were giving off reminded me of my own during my only, I admit, romantic relationship. I just thought since Karkat got you using quadrants, you'd place one of them in another to avoid some kind of platonic cheating? So... [ Yep. He raises his shoulders in a tight uncomfortable shrug and holds it until he's done speaking. ]
Never tried that one. Sounds nice.
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He said I could. I mean, he loves Jade, too.
[...]
I mean in a platonic way! ...Probably? Shit, no, definitely, I mean, I think he was into her for a little but--fuck, I didn't say that! I didn't say anything. You heard nothing, not a thing was conveyed to anybody either verbally or through empathic mind hookups, there was no thing at all to speak of, least of all by me.
[Has Dirk ever seen an animal get its paw stuck in a can or something on the YouTubes? They'll flail uselessly across the house trying to get it off before finally plopping their ass down and going about their business like nobody sees they've got their foot literally still stuck in a can. That's kind of what this is like.
Dave tries to rein his feelings back in. It's kind of useless, they're like spaghetti that went through a topless blender, but he tries. Oh god does he try. In this institution.
After a second, he adds:]
Anyway, Jade already tried the whole Strider Smoochtown rodeo with Davesprite. She's probably allergic now, isn't that how that shit works? Doesn't kick in until you're exposed to the thing.
[...]
I mean in a platonic way! ...Probably? Shit, no, definitely, I mean, I think he was into her for a little but--fuck, I didn't say that! I didn't say anything. You heard nothing, not a thing was conveyed to anybody either verbally or through empathic mind hookups, there was no thing at all to speak of, least of all by me.
[Has Dirk ever seen an animal get its paw stuck in a can or something on the YouTubes? They'll flail uselessly across the house trying to get it off before finally plopping their ass down and going about their business like nobody sees they've got their foot literally still stuck in a can. That's kind of what this is like.
Dave tries to rein his feelings back in. It's kind of useless, they're like spaghetti that went through a topless blender, but he tries. Oh god does he try. In this institution.
After a second, he adds:]
Anyway, Jade already tried the whole Strider Smoochtown rodeo with Davesprite. She's probably allergic now, isn't that how that shit works? Doesn't kick in until you're exposed to the thing.
[ And he thought they had a lot of teen drama. Karkat likes Jade. Karkat and Dave like eachother. Dave likes Jade. He has no idea how Jade feels about Karkat but if she likes him there would be a very simple solution to this problem
Or do people not do that? He doesn't even know. There hadn't been guide to normal relationships in the 25th century that was applicable to the 21st. And look how his last attempt at one turned out. He probably should keep his damn mouth shut about even suggesting something about Dave's before the guy has some kind of conniption. Who does he think he is? He can't impart some wise experienced dating wisdom like the older brother figure in some shitty romantic comedy. He's not even the older one here. ]
I wouldn't know. An alternate version of myself didn't date Jake before me. Perhaps not? That Dave would have different life experience. And bird influence. She might only have only developed an allergy to feathers. You probably wouldn't kiss the same. Similar but not the same.
Or do people not do that? He doesn't even know. There hadn't been guide to normal relationships in the 25th century that was applicable to the 21st. And look how his last attempt at one turned out. He probably should keep his damn mouth shut about even suggesting something about Dave's before the guy has some kind of conniption. Who does he think he is? He can't impart some wise experienced dating wisdom like the older brother figure in some shitty romantic comedy. He's not even the older one here. ]
I wouldn't know. An alternate version of myself didn't date Jake before me. Perhaps not? That Dave would have different life experience. And bird influence. She might only have only developed an allergy to feathers. You probably wouldn't kiss the same. Similar but not the same.
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[Noooohohohooooo. Dave didn't want to think about kissing Jade even if probably it would be kind of nice but she knows not to lick, right, he means her doggy instincts are gone and she'd probably get all into it or maybe she'd be shy and melt a little and HE'S NOT THINKING ABOUT KISSING JADE oh god oh god he is totally thinking about kissing Jade he's thought about kissing Jade since he learned what kissing was and she's pretty and he's always felt special with her and this is Dirk's fucking fault talking about kissing with Karkat's face--
ABANDON SHIP NOW HE'S THINKING ABOUT KISSING KARKAT??? No no no no no no no no but fuck he's so cute and good and lonely and sometimes Dave just wants to SKREEEEEEEEEEEK NOOOOOOOOOOO
He buries his face in Wart's tiny green hands and feels like a goddamn hamster in a wheel, running very fast and getting nowhere.]
Nooooooooooooooooooooo.
[Wait. The wheel stops spinning quite suddenly as Dave's brain-hamster freezes in place.]
...You dated Jade's grandpa?
ABANDON SHIP NOW HE'S THINKING ABOUT KISSING KARKAT??? No no no no no no no no but fuck he's so cute and good and lonely and sometimes Dave just wants to SKREEEEEEEEEEEK NOOOOOOOOOOO
He buries his face in Wart's tiny green hands and feels like a goddamn hamster in a wheel, running very fast and getting nowhere.]
Nooooooooooooooooooooo.
[Wait. The wheel stops spinning quite suddenly as Dave's brain-hamster freezes in place.]
...You dated Jade's grandpa?
[ What did he just trigger? He really shouldn't be privy to any of this. He rubs the back of his neck and turns his eyes off of Dave (Tiny Pokemon) and on to Wart (Dave). Dude. Wart is so lucky he doesn't have fucked up relationships when he wants to mate. ...Or does he? He hadn't considered that. He'll have to research that. Breeders would have that information, yes? A member of Dave's core group surely would have to have the guide on that.
He shouldn't be thinking about researching Pokesex while Dave is beyond confused about who he likes and embarrassed. He doesn't see how this would be that embarrassing either way. Past nonsense, most likely. Ughhhh. Stupid. He should keep his mouth shut. Then again, this is probably shit Dave should deal with at some point instead of torturing himself. He's fucking helping. Maybe he can do that wisdom thing but more as a guide that simply eases Dave into coming to his own rational conclusion and realizing the truth of his emotions with a few well placed questions. Hmmm. ]
Yes. [ What would Jake look like as a grandpa? ...Oh, no. He'd probably still be hot. That's fucked up. Dave, pay no attention to that thought process. ]
He shouldn't be thinking about researching Pokesex while Dave is beyond confused about who he likes and embarrassed. He doesn't see how this would be that embarrassing either way. Past nonsense, most likely. Ughhhh. Stupid. He should keep his mouth shut. Then again, this is probably shit Dave should deal with at some point instead of torturing himself. He's fucking helping. Maybe he can do that wisdom thing but more as a guide that simply eases Dave into coming to his own rational conclusion and realizing the truth of his emotions with a few well placed questions. Hmmm. ]
Yes. [ What would Jake look like as a grandpa? ...Oh, no. He'd probably still be hot. That's fucked up. Dave, pay no attention to that thought process. ]
[Too late.]
Bro! Bro, no, dude...!
[He is scandalized. So scandalized. But he's laughing, too, horrified but genuine groaning mental laughter at the image of his new-brother(??) dipping the fuck out of Jade's taxidermied old man corpse and making smoochie noises.
It's the first time he's allowed himself to call Dirk "Bro," at least out loud. Or. Whatever.
Okay, okay, calm down. He is as chill as a bottle of Evian right out of the mini-freezer. He wipes his eye surreptitiously with the corner of Wart's bandanna.]
So...so is that, like. A thing, for you? Swinging that way, I guess.
Bro! Bro, no, dude...!
[He is scandalized. So scandalized. But he's laughing, too, horrified but genuine groaning mental laughter at the image of his new-brother(??) dipping the fuck out of Jade's taxidermied old man corpse and making smoochie noises.
It's the first time he's allowed himself to call Dirk "Bro," at least out loud. Or. Whatever.
Okay, okay, calm down. He is as chill as a bottle of Evian right out of the mini-freezer. He wipes his eye surreptitiously with the corner of Wart's bandanna.]
So...so is that, like. A thing, for you? Swinging that way, I guess.
[ There's a spike of warm excitement the second "BRO" pops out of Dave's psychic chatter. Score. Bro status achieved.
Dirk thinks this is fucking hilarious. It's pure amusement that only reflects on Dirk's (Karkat's) face as a side-ways smirk at first. Then Dave's laughing and groaning and he can't help the full on grin. The short "Heh." The internal pure joy of the absurdity doesn't get properly displayed. He's overjoyed he got him to crack up. What glorious imagery in Dave's head. He must draw this later. ]
Yup. [ He can appreciate that Dave didn't just ask if he was "hella gay." Nicer phrasing. Smooth. ]
Dirk thinks this is fucking hilarious. It's pure amusement that only reflects on Dirk's (Karkat's) face as a side-ways smirk at first. Then Dave's laughing and groaning and he can't help the full on grin. The short "Heh." The internal pure joy of the absurdity doesn't get properly displayed. He's overjoyed he got him to crack up. What glorious imagery in Dave's head. He must draw this later. ]
Yup. [ He can appreciate that Dave didn't just ask if he was "hella gay." Nicer phrasing. Smooth. ]
[It's two kinds of weird simultaneously to see Dirk smiling with Karkat's face--one, because like hell does Karkat ever make SMALL expressions with his face, even when he's trying to keep things on the down-low--and two, because he's never seen Bro smile, ever, and...he's curious, for a second, what Dirk really looks like. In his body proper, that is, what his mannerisms would be, if he'd...maybe not be as scary as he'd assumed. But anyway, that's neither here nor there.]
So...huh.
[The thoughts slip into a more sober, more uncertain mode for a moment and what comes up are...puppet butts? Uh, okay. It's only a flash this time before Dave shoves the picture out of his head and puts an effort into brightening up again.]
So this Jake guy does, too, huh? Or, I mean, I guess he could just be helplessly drawn to the sheer animal magnetism of our genes. And by genes I mean glutes.
So...huh.
[The thoughts slip into a more sober, more uncertain mode for a moment and what comes up are...puppet butts? Uh, okay. It's only a flash this time before Dave shoves the picture out of his head and puts an effort into brightening up again.]
So this Jake guy does, too, huh? Or, I mean, I guess he could just be helplessly drawn to the sheer animal magnetism of our genes. And by genes I mean glutes.
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