rakuen | >Sis: Bother Dave.

Characters: Sis Strider & Dave Strider
Format: Prose
This log is: Closed.
Location: In town, on Rest day.
Summary: This is a beautiful sibling log.
Warnings: Idk, none.

Saturday afternoon makes almost two weeks Sis hasn't spoken a word to Dave. Which makes walking into town awkward today. She knew she hadn't the slightest of what to say to him, and she was showing up completely unannounced. She had been having a feeling that after the previous round in Conquest, Dave would either be relieved to see her or she didn't really know. This was just extremely awkward.

Approaching the building was even harder. She thumbed her PDA and thought about sending him a text. But that wasn't happening. It was going to stay unannounced, fuck if Dave didn't want to see her or something.

Nonchalant as ever, Sis pushes open the door to the music shop and leans on the counter. She tutted at the the fact Dave wasn't attending the front of the shop at the moment. Dave will be hearing a rapping on the counter as his sibling rings the service bell.

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She would never cease to clean his face like she was, well, that was until he decided to walk away. It was a cute gesture of him to huff like a child really- it was really reminding her of when Dave would get in little scraps at school and he would come home like this. Sis also knew it was hitting Dave right in the pride to have his glasses broken, and it was a Strider without glasses that lost his or her mystery. Sis could at least do something to relieve that situation for him.

"Again? I figured you'd fought. But to get tore up this badly Dave." Though something was seeming more off than usual about her little brother today. "Stop giving people Strider sass all the time and perhaps this shit wouldn't happen." Yeah, she had to scold as well.

She places the PDA back in front of him and takes the glasses from her face, it is right then she realizes she's definitely missed something. Her face once again looks displeased and then back to somewhat mother henning him. "You just got into a fist fight, and you have bags under your eyes bigger than fucking Corpus Christi Texas." She shook her head.

"That isn't from the right you were just in, so using that excuse won't fly with me." No direct demand to talk about it however.

Why do you think he's so stupidly wearing taped up sunglasses? While his eyes were becoming less of a problem in his mind, it became something where only those that deserved to see them got to. Belarus didn't. Nor was she allowed to touch his stuff.

yeah
well shes gonna get the most beautiful black eye
so she can suck it
scratches are childs play
and it wasnt my fault she found me annoying
that didnt give her any rights to touch my shit

It wasn't like he was the most friendly kid either. He knew that as much. He knew Sis knew that too. He looks away though. It's obvious he doesn't want to talk about it. Why is she making him talk about it. He can handle this on his own.

striders dont sleep

It was a flimsy excuse. Because he doesn't know what else to say. Admitting to losing against nightmares is just uncool.

It's not covering the fact that Sis is going to be slightly irked at Dave for not sleeping. There was something he wasn't admitting. If there was something she learned from those parenting books of hers, it was that there was always something more to the story than the child would tell you.

"Stop getting into fights with girls, little man." She takes Dave's glasses and sets hers next to him. "I know you think they probably look stupid." But it would solve the problem right? Sis could deal with not having glasses until she figured out how to fix Dave's. Perhaps a new set would be in order- but these were a gift.

She needed to talk to John again more than likely, about helping her fix them so they would be a gift from him yet again. Yes, good.

"If you don't feel like talking about what made you lose sleep, finish your work and we'll go sit out by the lake." Sis is unknowingly pushing buttons here.

He makes a bit of a face at her. It's not like he tries. Just the general populace here is made up of a whole lot of girls apparently.

Dave instinctively reaches out to take his glasses back, but stops. Mostly because, he can't figure out why they were so important. It's not like Sis would trash them right? Those were his. She wouldn't trash his shit. Even if it was stupid as fuck, she still wouldn't.

Although that didn't stop him from picking his PDA up so he can ask what she was going to do with them.

A clatter.

He had dropped it just as quickly. His whole body went rigid at the mention of the lake. The look of fear was unmistakable. Did she know? She couldn't have known. Not that many people know, unless he told them personally...

Sis would certainly not trash them, she was simply going to fix them for him. She was trying to do a nice thing, you know, that was nice! She can't figure out why the little man wouldn't want to wait it for them to be fixed.

Her brow was raised after he dropped the PDA however. Something was definitely up. No, she didn't know a damn thing- but she was about to. Dave had gone stiff, and what the flying fuck do you do when your child does this? Not expect something to be wrong?

"Dave." She stepped closer, standing behind him and gently putting her arms around him, is this what you do? "I know something is wrong now. You don't just act like this for nothing."

He didn't do anything for the longest time. He just say there, enveloped in Sis' arms. He finally typed something back into the PDA, leaving it to rest on the table. She could probably see it from where she's standing.

i drowned

She lifted the PDA to read it again. The only response was her moving around to hold him for real. It was okay now if he needed to cry or something. She wasn't even going to make him talk about it. It was part because she didn't know how to deal with a child that died, and all the same came back to life.

"I can offer solutions, Dave."

if you mean learning how to swim
im already on it
kind of

He should talk about it, but he probably really won't. Talking about dying was never a strong point, and despite it being more normal for him, it was still something he couldn't bring himself to acknowledge.

But at least she's trying to comfort him. That's something.

>Sis: Bother Dave.

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