Dealing [Closed to Black 2-A]

[fracturedsoul]

Characters: Dirk, open to roommates
Format: Starting in prose, feel free to switch
This log is: closed
Location: Black 2-A, early morning Wednesday
Summary: Introspective bullshit, smuppets
Warnings: Language, smuppets

Sleeping may be a thing Dirk has to do in Rakuen, but that doesn't mean he's going to go without a fight. He stays up late and wakes up early; while he's never actually freaked out by anything -- he doesn't get freaked out, he doesn't -- there's something viscerally uncomfortable about the process of dreaming. He never did it before last Saturday, not the way most people do, and he doesn't like it.

So he's sitting awake in his bed, putting together another smuppet, bed covered in like half a dozen others that he's finished in the past few hours. The lights are out and he's working by moonlight alone, pointy shades resting on top of his head to help him see just a little better. It's peaceful this early, being the only one awake -- almost like back home, which, while lonely, is what he's used to. It's relaxing, and he needs to relax after all the stress he's been through in the past few days. The stress of being trapped in just one body, of having bits and pieces of his memory inaccessible to him with seemingly no rhyme or reason, of being surrounded by trolls and alternate universe siblings, of that clusterfuck of a battle the day before, of Crocker arriving and being sent over to Conquest and instantly bonding with that Feferi bitch --

Wait, when had that happened? It hasn't even been a week since Dirk arrived, so another train shouldn't have... Oh. That was just a dream he had. Fucking Christ, how do normal people keep this shit straight? He rubs at his eyes with his fingers.

He's up from midnight until like six. Surely no one will bother him. They're all asleep, right?

Comments

[greenspaces]

She's already making plans to either stay here or go back and cease to exist. Preferably the former.

"I'm lucky to have them."

[fracturedsoul]

"Damn, if I didn't know any better I'd think you all went out and rolled in a bed of four-leaf clovers." Sounds like Dirk and his three best friends, honestly. "Are you feeling better now?"

[greenspaces]

"What does that mean?" She's confused. Striders never make any sense.

"I'm okay. I'll probably go back to the closet."

[fracturedsoul]

"It means you've got something good going on."

Wat. "The closet?"

[greenspaces]

She points at the closet down the hall. It's a little dark, so it might be hard to make out. "I live in there. Well, I just sleep in there a lot. I like sleeping in there."

[fracturedsoul]

Dirk just stares. Well, it's not his place to judge. "Just so you know, we do have a free bed in our room if you'd rather stay there."

[greenspaces]

"I've got a bed! It's just in the prefect's dorm, and I don't have a roommate. I miss Vriska."

She shrugs.

[fracturedsoul]

"I figured you did and there was just some reason you didn't want to use it. It'd be a pretty careless mixup on the staff's part if you didn't." Dirk shrugs. "Up to you. If that's what you prefer, go for it."

[greenspaces]

"I...want to stay with you. But only for tonight, okay? I should learn how to sleep in my bed." That's what Vriska says.

[fracturedsoul]

He smiles just slightly, barely enough for anyone to notice. "All right. C'mon in."

She's right; it would be best to toughen up and sleep by herself. But accommodating her for one night won't hurt. He turns to lead the way back into his room.

[greenspaces]

She smiles back at him, liking this idea. Liking the whole sleepover thing. She's never had sleepovers before coming here. When they enter, she looks at Dave and sighs -- at least he looks content. Jade's already in her pajamas, so she walks to the empty bed.

"This one?"

[fracturedsoul]

"That'd be the one." He should probably lie down and at least pretend to sleep if she's going to be in here; he doesn't want to distract her and keep her awake. He shoves the smuppets off of his own bed.

"Sweet dreams."

[greenspaces]

She touches the bed -- can she really sleep in it? -- before nodding, carefully sitting down on the mattress. Slowly, she lies down on top of the sheets.

"Goodnight."