The problem being that his head is on wrong. Metaphorically? Physically? No. Spiritually? He feels like it's spinning but he remembers that sensation before things go pitch black so this isn't a head spin. It's wrong still. The wrong everything. Hair (too dark), eyes (red?), hands (too small)...
Dirk hid in the bathroom. Clumsily, he tripped. He fell on his(?) face before he got there. The balance is all wrong. He doesn't move as quickly. The door doesn't open as smoothly as he expects because his(?) hands were shaking. They're still going. Wrong wrong wrong. He doesn't know this face but he knew the other occupant of the room. Dave was there so he has an idea who his(?) body belongs to. He thought Karkat was a troll. This must be a game rule that switched that. Sure. It's easier to not be an alien.
This is someone he knows enough to not be lost completely. And there's Dave. Grounding Dave. Only Dave took four steps and a timeline away from him. Was Dave even ready to talk face to face? Talking over devices is one thing but talking in person is another. Not to mention Dave is probably going to freak out he's the body-snatcher of his moirail (platonic-boyfriend?). This is going to put several wrenches in their progress. Things read well-enough but he still has doubts Dave might be okay with this. (He's not okay with this.)
If that's even Dave being Dave. He hopes it is. He hopes it's him.
After staring in the mirror for a while, he sinks with his back against the door. The first thing he thinks to do is contact Karkat (Himself?). Please don't let a complete stranger have his body. He can't be a stranger to himself. After a confirming reply, he sighs (wrong lungs). Okay. He's going to have to go past Dave to fuck off. ]
Hey. [ Do they talk through bathroom doors? He did it with Jake. That's normal bro behavior, right? ] You up in there... [ "SAY FUCK A LOT" ] Fuckhead?
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Houston, we have a problem.
The problem being that his head is on wrong. Metaphorically? Physically? No. Spiritually? He feels like it's spinning but he remembers that sensation before things go pitch black so this isn't a head spin. It's wrong still. The wrong everything. Hair (too dark), eyes (red?), hands (too small)...
Dirk hid in the bathroom. Clumsily, he tripped. He fell on his(?) face before he got there. The balance is all wrong. He doesn't move as quickly. The door doesn't open as smoothly as he expects because his(?) hands were shaking. They're still going. Wrong wrong wrong. He doesn't know this face but he knew the other occupant of the room. Dave was there so he has an idea who his(?) body belongs to. He thought Karkat was a troll. This must be a game rule that switched that. Sure. It's easier to not be an alien.
This is someone he knows enough to not be lost completely. And there's Dave. Grounding Dave. Only Dave took four steps and a timeline away from him. Was Dave even ready to talk face to face? Talking over devices is one thing but talking in person is another. Not to mention Dave is probably going to freak out he's the body-snatcher of his moirail (platonic-boyfriend?). This is going to put several wrenches in their progress. Things read well-enough but he still has doubts Dave might be okay with this. (He's not okay with this.)
If that's even Dave being Dave. He hopes it is. He hopes it's him.
After staring in the mirror for a while, he sinks with his back against the door. The first thing he thinks to do is contact Karkat (Himself?). Please don't let a complete stranger have his body. He can't be a stranger to himself. After a confirming reply, he sighs (wrong lungs). Okay. He's going to have to go past Dave to fuck off. ]
Hey. [ Do they talk through bathroom doors? He did it with Jake. That's normal bro behavior, right? ] You up in there... [ "SAY FUCK A LOT" ] Fuckhead?