[Wart is many things. Positive things, even, most of them! He is very brave and very tolerant and has probably more common sense than the rest of team RWPYstuck combined.
He is not, naturally, Dave Strider.
Except he is, right now, and that's. Awful? Yes. Awful is the right word. Dave can't hear, he can't skim the surface of the minds around him, can't feel when something hits a wrong note and his services are needed, and also, oh my god, how is he supposed to let Karkat know what's going on without super freaking him out?
He's still frantically creating and discarding plan after plan when suddenly Karkat stumbles out of bed and vanishes into the bathroom. Wart waits, rolls over to make sure he's really gone, and then hops out of bed just as quickly to grab the nearest Pokéballs and open all of them at once. Out come Missy Elliott, Hutch, Wiglaf, Huggybear, and...]
Shit. Thank FUCK.
[Dave shakes himself (shakes Wart?) off and looks around, one palm to his head.]
What the hell...whoa, Jesus dicks.
[He looks down at himself, then Wart gets his attention again, gesticulating wildly, obviously upset and panicking. Dave blinks, because he can feel it, and he can feel his other Pokémon's varying levels of curiosity and worry, and...]
Where's Karkat?
[Wart points to the bathroom door, and then the question comes through. All six of them freeze, and Dave frowns.]
Okay, what the fuck, that is not Karkat.
[Wart nods, clears his throat, and then calls back in as passable an imitation he can do of sleepy Dave:]
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He is not, naturally, Dave Strider.
Except he is, right now, and that's. Awful? Yes. Awful is the right word. Dave can't hear, he can't skim the surface of the minds around him, can't feel when something hits a wrong note and his services are needed, and also, oh my god, how is he supposed to let Karkat know what's going on without super freaking him out?
He's still frantically creating and discarding plan after plan when suddenly Karkat stumbles out of bed and vanishes into the bathroom. Wart waits, rolls over to make sure he's really gone, and then hops out of bed just as quickly to grab the nearest Pokéballs and open all of them at once. Out come Missy Elliott, Hutch, Wiglaf, Huggybear, and...]
Shit. Thank FUCK.
[Dave shakes himself (shakes Wart?) off and looks around, one palm to his head.]
What the hell...whoa, Jesus dicks.
[He looks down at himself, then Wart gets his attention again, gesticulating wildly, obviously upset and panicking. Dave blinks, because he can feel it, and he can feel his other Pokémon's varying levels of curiosity and worry, and...]
Where's Karkat?
[Wart points to the bathroom door, and then the question comes through. All six of them freeze, and Dave frowns.]
Okay, what the fuck, that is not Karkat.
[Wart nods, clears his throat, and then calls back in as passable an imitation he can do of sleepy Dave:]
No. What do you want.
Hahahaha, holy shit, not bad, dude.