You wake up to Dave Strider looming over you, his face blank and sunglasses completely obscuring his eyes. He removes his hand from your horn but you can still feel a phantom touch and you shake your head a bit to wake up and make the feeling go away.

You should ask him why he woke you up, but your protein chute's all closed up. This human has a habit of rendering you speechless and now that Aradia has moved on, you're alone with him. You have his full attention and based on past experience with Dave's "matrimonial" devotion, you're not sure you want it. He's intimidating, not in the same way that Vriska is, but in a way that you want to impress him and be friends with him, you just don't know how. It sure would help if you could understand the thick layers of sarcasm and irony he drowns his every word in.

You sit up and examine the room, just so you can look at something else other than Dave's unreadable face. Nothing has changed and you're glad, you like Dave's apartment.

"'Sup, drooling beauty," Dave says, drawing your attention back.

"What?" you reply intelligently. Let the Dave-Strider-ism related confusion begin.

Dave: Confuse the Hell out of Tavros with metaphor-laced ramblings