vatheon | There's a stranger in my bed

Who: Dave Strider, Roxy Lalonde, and Dirk Strider
Where: Coral Corral 6
When: Whenever Dave arrived and mosied on over to what he thought was his home.
Status: Closed
Style: Starting Prose but I'll follow.

There was things he missed about Vatheon. But arriving soaking wet in the cold is never one of those things he missed. It's been...holy shit it's been like two years, what? Which is to say, Dave knew time passed different and he honestly assumed that time hadn't passed that much since he left Vatheon. Even if he disappeared in April and it's kind of chilly for it to be May. Details.

Dave just wanted to get back to his place and change into dry clothes. Last time, he got sick because John pretty much shoved him into the snow. Right. John. Jade. He'll talk to them when he's back home.

Dave trudged through until he arrived at the familiar house the Beta kids once occupied. It didn't occur to him at all that someone else might live here now. He just threw the door open and came inside.

...

Why is there a smuppet? Why are there multiple smuppets? Why is the place filled with alcoho-oh god damn it, did Rose arrive here drunk? Not that it explains the smuppets, but it would explain the alcohol right? "Holy shit." Something is very wrong right now.

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"Yeah. Because fuck everyone, bathroom is mine when I want it." This entire day is weird, so really, there's not much else that can make this even more weird.

Dave shrugs. "I guess I expect more now than before, but I never really paid too close attention to how many people were around."

"Guess fate has conspired to give us the same room, then. That's the one I'm using." Also because it's convenient to steal the shower early that way, and take his infamous insanely long ones.

"In that case, I should probably let you find out who remembers you. Unless you'd like to stick around to warm up a bit more."

"Because I didn't need more reasons to think this place was weird." Although, maybe it's nice that Dirk occupies the room he used to be in. That was kind of nice, even if it was kind of weird and unsettling.

"Uh..." Oh god. He...isn't sure how to respond to that. Honestly, he didn't really care to find out who remembers him right on the get go. On the other hand, this was getting awkward. But he didn't actually want to leave right this instance, despite the awkwardness.

It's certainly going to make Dirk look at the room differently for the next few days. It was empty of furniture when he and Roxy claimed it, so now he's going to wonder what kind of things Dave had there, how it was set up. Maybe Dirk will visit Dave when he finds a place to stay, so he can find out how Dave keeps his room. It's one of those things he never managed to learn about his Bro, despite tracking down basically everything the paparazzi had on him.

"I'm not trying to kick you out, or anything."

Unfortunately, Dave is probably sharing a room with the other Beta kids, so he'll only get a partial understanding. But hey, Dave is also commandeering a room to remake his dark room, and who knows how long it'll be before he starts hanging wire everywhere so he can hang his photos.

"I know." He shuffles from foot to foot. "Its just-" Dave kind of just steps forward and he kind of just starts hugging Dirk. Yeah. That's a thing he just did. If Dirk isn't gonna kick him out now, he probably will after this. He just...he really wanted to do this.

"Uh-"

Oh.

Of all the things that could have happened right now, Dirk somehow didn't expect this one at all. He stands still for a long moment, processing it. He'd hugged Roxy before, when they both had just arrived. He's had plenty of hugs from her since then. He hasn't ever wondered much what his Bro's hugs were like. But then, Dave isn't exactly his Bro, anyway, and he's not Dave's Bro, either... Unsure and hesitant, he returns the awkward hug.

Dave's grip tightens just a bit, and he has to resist all urge to bury his face against him. Because this isn't Bro. This is Dirk and he knows Bro will never come back. The man was dead and has been for years. But this was still comforting in some way. And it was probably really fucking unfair to Dirk for doing this, but he just really wanted (he'll never admit to needing something like a hug) this. He should probably let go. Get his emotions back under check.

At the very least, he can pat himself on the back. No embarrassing tears were shed in the making of this hug. That's something to be proud of. Hell yes.

Dirk isn't sure how to react to this. He can certainly suspect what this is about, but it's not a comparable experience for him. He's technically never lost his Bro, because he never had him in the first place. The hug itself is probably enough to make it obvious to Dave that this isn't his Bro. Aside from the physical differences, it's pretty obvious that this hug just doesn't have the same kind of meaning to him that it does to Dave.

He still doesn't pull back from the hug, though. He isn't sure what else to do.

Dave knows Dirk isn't Bro. He can't replace Bro and it would honestly be a dick move for him to try and force that kind of thing on Dirk to begin with. But there's something nice about hugging Dirk. Even if he's pulling away now and he looks kind of embarrassed for hugging the other in the first place. That probably was really awkward for Dirk. Whoops.

"Sorry. I...maybe I should head out now." He rubs the back of his neck sheepishly.

"Yeah, I guess." Dirk says. It's probably not the answer Dave's looking for, really, in that it's not a positive yes or a no, but he's not really sure how else to react right now. He just nods instead.

"You can come back whenever," he finally continues, just as awkward. "Not just to pick up your things, I mean."

Maybe next time they see each other it'll be a lot less awkward. He isn't sure what answer he was looking for in the first place.

"Yeah. I mean, yeah. I'll see you around. I guess. Thanks again. You know. For lending me clothes."

"No problem. It's a good thing they fit." He shrugs, and starts them on their way to the door- not that Dave can't find his way to it on his own, when he used to live here. It just feels even more awkward to stand around by the washer and dryer while Dave makes his own way out.

Dave walks alongside him, obviously still a little awkward about what just happened. "Thanks. Shit. I already said thanks again, my bad. I'm just. Yeah. I'll see you around."

There's a stranger in my bed

me neither 8D whatever

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