You hesitantly take Dave's hand. His palm is callused. Your own calluses have long since faded, and you find it odd that Dave still seems to regularly practice with a weapon. Your violent wigglerhood is something you wish you could shove into a box in your underground storage block and never look at again, but if you can't be who you were...who could you be now? You're starting to wonder if you've been much of anyone at all since the game.
The music is still audible from the next room, mainly the thumping bass that you can feel under your feet and at your core. Dave pulls you toward him and you stumble into his chest. Oh god. He smells really, really good.
Dave keeps ahold of your hand and rests his other one at the small of your back. You can feel heat creeping up your neck and you realize how long it's been since you've really been touched. Sure, John gives you back and shoulder pats sometimes but...Terezi was probably the last to hold you, and ouch. That stings.
And Dave...he comes over and hangs out with John all the time but you always stay holed up in your room when he's over. You lived with him for a sweep and a half, and you hardly ever speak anymore. You hardly ever talk to anyone who traveled on the meteor with you, actually. Fuck, you hardly ever talk to anyone, period, except for John, and he's your roommate. Not even Gamzee -- even though you never officially broke up, you drifted far enough apart that it would be ludicrous to consider your pale quadrant filled.
An ache is building in your chest. Dave is solid and warm and you lean into him, putting a tentative hand on his shoulder. You start up a slow rock back and forth that's barely in time with the music. What are you doing? This isn't like you. None of this is like you.
KARKAT: WHAT ARE YOU DOING? DAVE: what do you mean what am i doing KARKAT: I MEAN KARKAT: WHY ARE YOU DANCING WITH ME IN YOUR KITCHEN DAVE: why not DAVE: you looked up at me with those big puppy eyes and i thought DAVE: this dude needs a dance DAVE: nurse get him into my arms stat DAVE: we cant afford to lose another patient
Heat rushes to your cheeks. Dave is definitely slurring his words, now. You look up at him, and a stab of annoyance goes through you at the fact that he's still wearing shades. It's really, really unfair.
Karkat: Hit the floor with Dave. (FILL: TEAM DAVE<3<KARKAT)
The music is still audible from the next room, mainly the thumping bass that you can feel under your feet and at your core. Dave pulls you toward him and you stumble into his chest. Oh god. He smells really, really good.
Dave keeps ahold of your hand and rests his other one at the small of your back. You can feel heat creeping up your neck and you realize how long it's been since you've really been touched. Sure, John gives you back and shoulder pats sometimes but...Terezi was probably the last to hold you, and ouch. That stings.
And Dave...he comes over and hangs out with John all the time but you always stay holed up in your room when he's over. You lived with him for a sweep and a half, and you hardly ever speak anymore. You hardly ever talk to anyone who traveled on the meteor with you, actually. Fuck, you hardly ever talk to anyone, period, except for John, and he's your roommate. Not even Gamzee -- even though you never officially broke up, you drifted far enough apart that it would be ludicrous to consider your pale quadrant filled.
An ache is building in your chest. Dave is solid and warm and you lean into him, putting a tentative hand on his shoulder. You start up a slow rock back and forth that's barely in time with the music. What are you doing? This isn't like you. None of this is like you.
KARKAT: WHAT ARE YOU DOING?
DAVE: what do you mean what am i doing
KARKAT: I MEAN
KARKAT: WHY ARE YOU DANCING WITH ME IN YOUR KITCHEN
DAVE: why not
DAVE: you looked up at me with those big puppy eyes and i thought
DAVE: this dude needs a dance
DAVE: nurse get him into my arms stat
DAVE: we cant afford to lose another patient
Heat rushes to your cheeks. Dave is definitely slurring his words, now. You look up at him, and a stab of annoyance goes through you at the fact that he's still wearing shades. It's really, really unfair.
Karkat: Take the shades.