rakuen | Dealing [Closed to Black 2-A]

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?

Threaded | Flat

Dave didn't like sleeping. He learned this quickly after the first week. Most of the time, they weren't so bad. But they've been getting worst. It could be because he's been getting into more trouble. Or maybe it's because John was in a coma. Both Johns even. Or maybe he should finally admit to himself that he's biting off way more than he can chew. And maybe he should finally admit that he's tired. That he can't keep battling constantly.

But that isn't possible. He was the Knight of Time. This was nothing right? The point of SBURB was to keep fighting.

Honestly, ever since Dirk arrived. Dave was careful about sleeping. Only because he didn't want the other to know.

His luck was horrid though. It was only a matter of time.

Like now. Dave didn't scream (he can't). But he can wake up shaking and in cold sweat. He keeps his breathing even though. He's had enough practice to do this without waking up the others in the room. Dave sits up, taking his shades off to rub at his face.

Jade actually loves sleeping. But it's the nightmares that plague her, even more so with an entire room to herself and no one to curl up to after a long night of shaking and screaming. So she's come to the Black dorm - her old home - to find Dave. He's not there -- and she panics, just a little bit, because her dream was about death again. And maybe he really did die this time, curled up in some corner with no one to save him. But then she realizes he's actually curled tight in his blankets, and feels a little silly. It was just a dream, after all.

She takes a deep breath just as she notices Dirk lurking in the corner.

"Um."

Far from being upset - she can't really bring herself to hold grudges, not when Dave wouldn't want her to - she felt a bit awkward. He was a Strider, right? Striders cared, deep down, no matter how impassive they looked...right?

"I was having nightmares." She looks steadily at her toes. At least it's dark enough that Dirk can't see her flushed face. "I came to find Dave, but he looks really comfortable. Can I...talk to you instead?"

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NOW i am creepin on striders