DAVE WOULD YOU STOP BEING SO MISERABLY GODDAMN NOBLE AND JUST STAY WHERE YOU FUCKING ARE! I'M FINE OUT HERE, YOU DON'T NEED TO BOTHER. I DON'T WANT YOU TO DO WHATEVER THE FUCK IT WAS LAST TIME AGAIN. AND IT'S NOT A BIG DEAL FOR ME TO BE HERE ANYWAY. DAVE YOU HAD BETTER NOT BE LEAVING THE HOTEL.
[Nnnghghg. He takes his hand off the door handle, because, okay, yes, Karkat has...something of a point. He doesn't want to do that to Karkat again, either.
But. No. He puts his hand right the fuck back on the door handle and stalks out, because Karkat is out there and alone and that's not okay.]
you already dont like being human i dont want you stuck being a human you dont like all by yourself in the fuckin WOODS or whatever also im temporarily psychic so i can track you down i bet just you wait
NO DAVE IT IS NOT FUCKING FINE WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU'RE WART HOW THE FUCK ARE YOU A POKÉMON?? GOD NO DON'T EVEN ANSWER I DON'T WANT TO KNOW ANYMORE I'M SO FUCKING SICK OF THIS PLACE, DAVE. IT WAS FINE FOR A WHILE BUT ALL THE BULLSHIT THIS PAST MONTH HAS BEEN TOO MUCH I MEAN IT'S NOT AS BAD AS THE GAME WAS BECAUSE WHAT THE FUCK WOULD BE, BUT I'M FUCKING FED UP OF ALL THESE GODDAMN FAIRY MAGIC SWITCHUP CHANGEROOS DEVISED BY A TEAM OF DRUG-SNORTING MONKEYS USING EVERY PRONG, NUB, AND PREHENSILE TAIL TO FONDLE THEIR MUTATED AND FESTERING SORE-RIDDEN BODIES I JUST WANT SHIT TO BE NORMAL. I WANT YOU TO BE NORMAL AND I WANT TO BE A TROLL AGAIN AND I WANT DIRK TO GO FUCK HIMSELF WITH A CULLING FORK, IS THAT TOO MUCH TO ASK?
[Except he's—relieved, already calmer (how does Dave do that) even as guilt claws at his insides, shame that he can't fucking deal with this himself. He needs Dave, so which fucking one of them is the more unstable half, anyway? How can he claim total mastery over all things romance and not know this?]
FUCK WAIT YOU'RE FUCKING SCANNING MY BRAIN RIGHT NOW AREN'T YOU?? CUT THAT SHIT OUT.
[He has nothing to hide from his moriail, really he doesn't, except for maybe the whole LALALALALALA GET OUT STRIDER OH MY GOD DO YOU NOT KNOW THE MEANING OF PRIVACY.]
if you start thinking about gross fuckbucket porn to throw me off the scent im leaving im leaving this entire galaxy i will vaporize from this very plane of existence i swear to fuck
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.]
ok your thoughts just went all like gray?? dark gray is that what your house uh feels like? i dunno if its distance or not but im just sort of getting sensory impressions which is actually kind of cool can you keep doing that
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.]
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.]
[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?
[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.]
[... Oh. Oh, fuck, wow, okay, he's feeling calmer. Still distinctly on edge, but the ghost of Dave's hands, his voice, the memory of holding him and being held... He thinks, just maybe, that he won't flip his shit everywhere anymore. Probably. God, he's just happy he'd gotten over the all-encompassing horror/disgust/panic about being human in his first month here (or, uh, mostly gotten over it). At least it was practice at suddenly being in a body that isn't his, and hey, now there's no way he'll ever have to deal with that clusterfuck and this one at the same time. Hahaha. Ha.
Fuck.]
YES, PALEKINK IS A THING. WAIT, THAT FUCK I DIDN'T MEAN TO ADMIT THAT. OK YOU KNOW WHAT? FINE. I NEVER WANTED TO HAVE THIS CONVERSATION BUT SURE, WHY NOT! IT'S NOT SEXUAL. I MEAN, THAT'S KIND OF IT'S OWN ISSUE, WE'RE NOT GOING THERE. YOU'RE PROBABLY CLOSE TO THE MARK ANYWAY, WHATEVER IT IS YOU'RE THINKING OF. YOU REALIZE I'M STILL IN THE GODDAMN WOODS? SOMEONE COULD WALK BY ANY MOMENT AND YOU'RE ASKING ME TO DO SOMETHING KINKY. WHAT THE FUCK, DAVE.
[... He's. Kind of okay with it, actually. Dave can probably sense if there's someone near and warn him, right?]
[Wow, wait, trolls have psychics all over the darn place, is psychic palekink a thing. Dave can totally see it being a thing, shit, how could it not, it'd work so fuckin'...YEAH ANYWAY]
hahahaha oh my god well hey whatever if anyone accidentally catches us being exhibitionistically conciliatory out here theyre at worst going to assume dirks just bonding with his pokemon the perfect crime so anyway um so you know how warts always wearing this bandanna
[Dave sets the PokéGear down as they speak so he can un-knot it, fold it into a red bar wide enough to cover Wart's admittedly humongous anime eyes.]
ARE YOU FUCKING GOING TO ASK ME TO PAP YOU AS WART I MEAN THERE'S PETTING POKÉMON BUT FUCK. I MEAN, I CAN DO IT IF YOU NEED ME TOO, YOU'RE STILL YOU, BUT YOU DON'T NEED TO PAP ME, DAVE. IT'S OK, REALLY. FUCK I AM DELETING THIS CONVERSATION OFF OF DIRK'S POKÉGEAR ASAP, THIS IS RIDICULOUS. I'M NOT GIVING THAT GAPING SEED FLAP ANY AMMUNITION AGAINST EITHER OF US. HOW CAN ANYONE BE THAT INSUFFERABLE ANYWAY, IT DEFIES ALL REASON. I WOULD BREAK HIS SHADES JUST TO MAKE THE ASSHOLE SUFFER, BUT ANNE HATHAWAY HAS THEM.
[Fucking clowns. Anne is nothing like the ones Gamzee used to decorate his respiteblock with, but the association is still enough to sow dread in the pit of his/Dirk's stomach. Fuck clowns, seriously, those honking assholes.]
hahaha no dude its fine i really mean it i am surprisingly chill i guess if i had to meet dirk in person in a weird double halfways fashion this early in the season im glad it was while i was a level 100 psychic beast that can probably lift a car just by thinking at it also hes not as terrifying in person as expected hes kind of an awkward doofus
i am gonna ask you to hold my hand though
[Shhhh, dude, no thinking about clowns, clowns are bad and also lame. He nudges Karkat's thoughts towards, ehhh, what's something safe and calming, wait okay how about Jade? Green and growing things, the smell of fresh earth and the sparkling of stars, laughter without self-consciousness. Jade could beat up anything, Jade will protect them both.
In the meantime, Dave just goes ahead, removes his shades, and blindfolds himself with Wart's bandanna, because this is the cool and rational thought process of a sane dude wearing a Pokémon's skin. Sweet. Darkness.]
...Okay, in hindsight, I should've done this after I pinpointed your coords. Come find me? I got a sense where you are but I can't feel, like. Trees. Or ledges. Fuckin' ledges.
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[... Level 100 psychic beast. Try and gush a little more about your Pokéchild, Dave, he doesn't think you've induced vomiting in all the local wildlife yet.
(It's cute, Dave is so cute, god he loves this idiot.)
As for the assessment of Dirk... yeah, no. As far as Karkat's concerned, his only redeeming trait is his resemblance to DaAAUGGHH STOP LISTENING, STRIDER.
He's about to type back something to this effect (only less flattering) when he hears Dave's mental voice from oh right there's zero directionality with psychic everything. What even is Wart's range? Fuck.
He heaves an aggravated sigh, runs his PokéGear-free hand through his hair again, then stows the device with the rest of his Dirk's shit. As much as he wishes he could, there's probably no real way he can justify leaving all of it here. Dirk hadn't personally wronged anyone in their group, he'd probably wind up traveling with their group eventually despite Karkat's best efforts because of either John or Jade's unrelenting friendliness or both, and Karkat himself just. Wasn't the sort of troll to fucking do that to people, strand them in hostile territory with nothing to call their own. What kind of bastard would?
Now, if it were Bro...
Snarling wordlessly, he hoists his backpack onto his shoulder and stalks toward the road. The additional height is still giving him trouble (why is the ground so far away, thought someone other than Karkat because he is not a fucking wiggler), but he is damn well going to make the walking thing happen out of spite, so help him.This body will not defeat him.]
Am I at least heading in the right fucking direction?
[He says it aloud without really thinking about it, but the difference between his voice and Dirk's is just jarring enough to make him stumble and reawaken some of his earlier panic because what if it's familiar to Dave for all the wrong reasons, should he not talk at all? Wait, that. That's fucking stupid. Maybe it does sound different enough? Ugh.]
Haha. Follooowwwww the souuuuund of my voiiiiiice.
[But, actually, that's not a bad idea? Dave thinks about it, then cups his hands around his mouth to make a megaphone and says in a voice that's trying to be loud but still isn't really, "Gallaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaade..."]
Anyway, I took a leaf out of Terezi's dead tree codex, I guess. Wart's bandanna makes an okay blindfold if you fold it a couple times, and this way neither of us has to worry about me accidentally catching sight of a miniature Bro out the corner of my eye and jackknifing off the handle into the upper stratosphere.
[His delivery is calm enough, but the faint, metallic taste of shame underlies it. He still feels bad about that, yo. Not cool at all.]
It's just in case. I mean, I just got taken by surprise before, it's not like anybody's accidental resemblance to a hella dead dude can get the jump on me again, it's not like I freak out at MY reflection. [Except sometimes, when he's not awake enough.] But if it'll help...
[He trails off. He just wants Karkat to be comfortable, he doesn't want him to go away.]
Anyway. I bet this'll be kind of fun? For real though, if you steer me into a puddle there will be words.
Karkat has to stop for a second and shut his eyes against the memory of the last time he'd seen her, his bloodpusher starting to race again. Dave doesn't need that mental image (her face streaked with tears, mouth open in a scream, teal and purple blood spattered everywhere), much less the knowledge of exactly what it feels like to be impaled by canekind and dropped in fucking lava. Hahahaha. Hahaha fucking—
He slaps both hands over his face then, after rethinking the matter, just fucking slaps himself a few times. Great fucking job not think about that pink musclebeast, Past Karkat!]
Y-yeah, that—that's a great plan. Perfect!
[Another slap. Fucking useless piece of garbage, stop, stop, stop, stop sooner than that, stop being so worthless, disgusting, pathetic—]
No puddles, haha, you got me, we are totally fucking squared on the puddle situation. Has it even been raining? Where am I supposed to find a puddle? Shall I piss one into existence and go dump myself in it? That would sure show me for hypothetically presuming to steer my moirail into a shallow, liquid-filled depression. Hang on, let me get right on that, I've just spotted the perfect place for it!
[He isn't moving, but only because he's too busy trying really fucking hard not to cry. Please let Dave have not seen that, please...]
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I'M FINE, DAVE. IT'S FINE, I KNOW WHERE I AM.
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theres a map in your pokegear
or dirks pokegear i guess
you should still be near the city??
wart and i can come find you
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DID DIRK LEAVE YOU ALONE YET?
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I DON'T WANT YOU TO DO WHATEVER THE FUCK IT WAS LAST TIME AGAIN. AND IT'S NOT A BIG DEAL FOR ME TO BE HERE ANYWAY.
DAVE YOU HAD BETTER NOT BE LEAVING THE HOTEL.
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But. No. He puts his hand right the fuck back on the door handle and stalks out, because Karkat is out there and alone and that's not okay.]
you already dont like being human
i dont want you stuck being a human you dont like
all by yourself in the fuckin WOODS or whatever
also im temporarily psychic so i can track you down i bet just you wait
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WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN YOU'RE TEMPORARILY PSYCHIC
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its fine
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HOW THE FUCK ARE YOU A POKÉMON?? GOD NO DON'T EVEN ANSWER I DON'T WANT TO KNOW ANYMORE
I'M SO FUCKING SICK OF THIS PLACE, DAVE. IT WAS FINE FOR A WHILE BUT ALL THE BULLSHIT THIS PAST MONTH HAS BEEN TOO MUCH
I MEAN IT'S NOT AS BAD AS THE GAME WAS BECAUSE WHAT THE FUCK WOULD BE, BUT I'M FUCKING FED UP OF ALL THESE GODDAMN FAIRY MAGIC SWITCHUP CHANGEROOS DEVISED BY A TEAM OF DRUG-SNORTING MONKEYS USING EVERY PRONG, NUB, AND PREHENSILE TAIL TO FONDLE THEIR MUTATED AND FESTERING SORE-RIDDEN BODIES
I JUST WANT SHIT TO BE NORMAL. I WANT YOU TO BE NORMAL AND I WANT TO BE A TROLL AGAIN AND I WANT DIRK TO GO FUCK HIMSELF WITH A CULLING FORK, IS THAT TOO MUCH TO ASK?
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yes awesome
keep thinking loud angry thoughts those are much easier to make out against everybodys background shit
im coming karkat
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DAVE I FUCKING TOLD YOU NOT TO DO THAT.
[Except he's—relieved, already calmer (how does Dave do that) even as guilt claws at his insides, shame that he can't fucking deal with this himself. He needs Dave, so which fucking one of them is the more unstable half, anyway? How can he claim total mastery over all things romance and not know this?]
FUCK WAIT YOU'RE FUCKING SCANNING MY BRAIN RIGHT NOW AREN'T YOU?? CUT THAT SHIT OUT.
[He has nothing to hide from his moriail, really he doesn't, except for maybe the whole LALALALALALA GET OUT STRIDER OH MY GOD DO YOU NOT KNOW THE MEANING OF PRIVACY.]
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im leaving this entire galaxy
i will vaporize from this very plane of existence i swear to fuck
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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.]
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gray??
dark gray
is that what your house uh
feels like?
i dunno if its distance or not but im just sort of getting sensory impressions which is actually kind of cool can you keep doing that
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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.
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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?
text + pseudo-actionish???
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?
text + idek man
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.]
text + psychic input/output shenanigans
Fuck.]
YES, PALEKINK IS A THING.
WAIT, THAT
FUCK I DIDN'T MEAN TO ADMIT THAT. OK YOU KNOW WHAT? FINE. I NEVER WANTED TO HAVE THIS CONVERSATION BUT SURE, WHY NOT!
IT'S NOT SEXUAL. I MEAN, THAT'S
KIND OF IT'S OWN ISSUE, WE'RE NOT GOING THERE. YOU'RE PROBABLY CLOSE TO THE MARK ANYWAY, WHATEVER IT IS YOU'RE THINKING OF.
YOU REALIZE I'M STILL IN THE GODDAMN WOODS? SOMEONE COULD WALK BY ANY MOMENT AND YOU'RE ASKING ME TO DO SOMETHING KINKY. WHAT THE FUCK, DAVE.
[... He's. Kind of okay with it, actually. Dave can probably sense if there's someone near and warn him, right?]
text + psychic input/output shenanigans, yes
hahahaha oh my god
well hey whatever if anyone accidentally catches us being exhibitionistically conciliatory out here theyre at worst going to assume dirks just bonding with his pokemon
the perfect crime
so anyway um
so you know how warts always wearing this bandanna
[Dave sets the PokéGear down as they speak so he can un-knot it, fold it into a red bar wide enough to cover Wart's admittedly humongous anime eyes.]
text + psychic input/output shenans for short
ARE YOU FUCKING GOING TO ASK ME TO PAP YOU AS WART
I MEAN THERE'S PETTING POKÉMON BUT
FUCK. I MEAN, I CAN DO IT IF YOU NEED ME TOO, YOU'RE STILL YOU, BUT
YOU DON'T NEED TO PAP ME, DAVE. IT'S OK, REALLY.
FUCK I AM DELETING THIS CONVERSATION OFF OF DIRK'S POKÉGEAR ASAP, THIS IS RIDICULOUS. I'M NOT GIVING THAT GAPING SEED FLAP ANY AMMUNITION AGAINST EITHER OF US.
HOW CAN ANYONE BE THAT INSUFFERABLE ANYWAY, IT DEFIES ALL REASON. I WOULD BREAK HIS SHADES JUST TO MAKE THE ASSHOLE SUFFER, BUT ANNE HATHAWAY HAS THEM.
[Fucking clowns. Anne is nothing like the ones Gamzee used to decorate his respiteblock with, but the association is still enough to sow dread in the pit of his/Dirk's stomach. Fuck clowns, seriously, those honking assholes.]
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i really mean it i am surprisingly chill
i guess if i had to meet dirk in person in a weird double halfways fashion this early in the season im glad it was while i was a level 100 psychic beast that can probably lift a car just by thinking at it
also hes not as terrifying in person as expected
hes kind of an awkward doofus
i am gonna ask you to hold my hand though
[Shhhh, dude, no thinking about clowns, clowns are bad and also lame. He nudges Karkat's thoughts towards, ehhh, what's something safe and calming, wait okay how about Jade? Green and growing things, the smell of fresh earth and the sparkling of stars, laughter without self-consciousness. Jade could beat up anything, Jade will protect them both.
In the meantime, Dave just goes ahead, removes his shades, and blindfolds himself with Wart's bandanna, because this is the cool and rational thought process of a sane dude wearing a Pokémon's skin. Sweet. Darkness.]
...Okay, in hindsight, I should've done this after I pinpointed your coords. Come find me? I got a sense where you are but I can't feel, like. Trees. Or ledges. Fuckin' ledges.
action + psychic I/O
(It's cute, Dave is so cute, god he loves this idiot.)
As for the assessment of Dirk... yeah, no. As far as Karkat's concerned, his only redeeming trait is his resemblance to DaAAUGGHH STOP LISTENING, STRIDER.
He's about to type back something to this effect (only less flattering) when he hears Dave's mental voice from oh right there's zero directionality with psychic everything. What even is Wart's range? Fuck.
He heaves an aggravated sigh, runs his PokéGear-free hand through his hair again, then stows the device with the rest of his Dirk's shit. As much as he wishes he could, there's probably no real way he can justify leaving all of it here. Dirk hadn't personally wronged anyone in their group, he'd probably wind up traveling with their group eventually despite Karkat's best efforts because of either John or Jade's unrelenting friendliness or both, and Karkat himself just. Wasn't the sort of troll to fucking do that to people, strand them in hostile territory with nothing to call their own. What kind of bastard would?
Now, if it were Bro...
Snarling wordlessly, he hoists his backpack onto his shoulder and stalks toward the road. The additional height is still giving him trouble (why is the ground so far away, thought someone other than Karkat because he is not a fucking wiggler), but he is damn well going to make the walking thing happen out of spite, so help him.This body will not defeat him.]
Am I at least heading in the right fucking direction?
[He says it aloud without really thinking about it, but the difference between his voice and Dirk's is just jarring enough to make him stumble and reawaken some of his earlier panic because what if it's familiar to Dave for all the wrong reasons, should he not talk at all? Wait, that. That's fucking stupid. Maybe it does sound different enough? Ugh.]
What did you do?
action + psychic I/O
[But, actually, that's not a bad idea? Dave thinks about it, then cups his hands around his mouth to make a megaphone and says in a voice that's trying to be loud but still isn't really, "Gallaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaade..."]
Anyway, I took a leaf out of Terezi's dead tree codex, I guess. Wart's bandanna makes an okay blindfold if you fold it a couple times, and this way neither of us has to worry about me accidentally catching sight of a miniature Bro out the corner of my eye and jackknifing off the handle into the upper stratosphere.
[His delivery is calm enough, but the faint, metallic taste of shame underlies it. He still feels bad about that, yo. Not cool at all.]
It's just in case. I mean, I just got taken by surprise before, it's not like anybody's accidental resemblance to a hella dead dude can get the jump on me again, it's not like I freak out at MY reflection. [Except sometimes, when he's not awake enough.] But if it'll help...
[He trails off. He just wants Karkat to be comfortable, he doesn't want him to go away.]
Anyway. I bet this'll be kind of fun? For real though, if you steer me into a puddle there will be words.
action + psychic I/O, [S] Game Over bonus edition
Karkat has to stop for a second and shut his eyes against the memory of the last time he'd seen her, his bloodpusher starting to race again. Dave doesn't need that mental image (her face streaked with tears, mouth open in a scream, teal and purple blood spattered everywhere), much less the knowledge of exactly what it feels like to be impaled by canekind and dropped in fucking lava. Hahahaha. Hahaha fucking—
He slaps both hands over his face then, after rethinking the matter, just fucking slaps himself a few times. Great fucking job not think about that pink musclebeast, Past Karkat!]
Y-yeah, that—that's a great plan. Perfect!
[Another slap. Fucking useless piece of garbage, stop, stop, stop, stop sooner than that, stop being so worthless, disgusting, pathetic—]
No puddles, haha, you got me, we are totally fucking squared on the puddle situation. Has it even been raining? Where am I supposed to find a puddle? Shall I piss one into existence and go dump myself in it? That would sure show me for hypothetically presuming to steer my moirail into a shallow, liquid-filled depression. Hang on, let me get right on that, I've just spotted the perfect place for it!
[He isn't moving, but only because he's too busy trying really fucking hard not to cry. Please let Dave have not seen that, please...]
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