rakuen | Thirteenth Beat | The way it feels to be alive

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Thirteenth Beat | The way it feels to be alive

Characters: Dave Strider[AU] and Dirk Strider
Format: Any
This log is: Closed
Location: Black 2-A Dorm
Summary: Dave doesn't sleep well the night after receiving the memory back of his Sis' death. Cue him trying to find somewhere to sleep that isn't his own bed that may fair better for his shitty sleeping habits. Somehow he just ends up in Dirk's bed. Oh well.
Warnings: Striders. Obnoxious levels of gross lameness. These warnings need their own warnings.

It's a blur to him. The rest of the day went well, surprisingly. He was torn about the memory, but he kind of just pushed it off like usual.

Dave ended up going to sleep forgetting that he remembered. He had linked with Jade and that was good. It's too bad he had forgotten about the dream boat pendant he was given. It was sitting on his turntables, having left it there when he was done with them for the day.

His dreams were in a blood red and it was nothing but chaotic. He can't remember much from it other than it was terrible. It probably had Sis in it. Maybe that Bro guy from whatever universe Bro was present. He really doesn't want to think too much on it. Screaming ringed in his ears as he crawled out of his bed. He left the dorm to the bathroom. Dave wasn't sure if he was going to be able to go back to sleep. He ended up on the roof for a short while but gave up and went back to the dorm, slightly weary. He just stood at the doorway, considering going back out. Maybe go to a different dorm, but ends up deciding against it when he's too insecure too go bother someone else about it.

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That had been a good, productive day. Dirk had remembered something pretty important, helped some of his friends out -- he was concerned for Jake and Dave, but they were strong; Dirk was sure they could handle the memories they'd regained -- and aside from David's unfortunate fainting incident, mov1e night had gone well.

Dirk hadn't forgotten his pendant; he hadn't taken it off since he'd bought it. But with it on, he was sleeping much less soundly. He was too used to shifting his focus back and forth between his selves. His consciousness faded to and from the dorm room; on Prospit, his dream self flickered in and out of existence.

Oh. Someone was getting up and leaving. Dave, Dirk realized when he opened his eyes to see. But he'd been in the middle of a rousing conversation with a Prospitian, so his attention was on getting back to sleep and returning to that. It wasn't until Dave returned to stand in the doorway that Dirk woke again and looked over to him.

Dave didn't seem to be really paying attention to anything. He was just standing at the doorway. It was impossible to tell what his expression was at the moment at this time of night and the shades ever so jammed onto his face. However, it was also obvious that Dave was pretty stiff where he was standing. Probably also contemplative considering he hadn't moved from the door frame since entering back in.

He finally runs a hand through his hair and turns around. He doesn't leave yet though. Dave made a step, but hesitated. He really has no idea what he's doing at the moment.

Weird. Dirk sat up when Dave turned, rubbed at his eyes to get the sleep gunk out, and grabbed Sis's shades off his nightstand to put them on.

"Dave?"

Come to think of it, Dirk hadn't seen him on Prospit. Had they just somehow avoided crossing paths? Or was he not wearing his...

"Man, go to sleep," said the guy who regularly stayed up all night for no good reason. "Round starts in the morning and I would bet fucking all the raks you're gonna be a Player again."

Dave turned around to look at the other. Oh damn. Dirk was awake? He was pretty sure he was quiet. Jesus dicks, if anyone knew quiet, it was himself.

Dave ended up just shrugging a bit. Not sure what else to do but shrug it off. can't go telling Dirk that he let himself get freaked out because of some shitty nightmares. It was uncool. Even some of the nightmares were just replays of things that actually happened.

He couldn't tell at first glance whether Dave had his pendant on; Dirk had slipped his own under his pajama top just for safekeeping, after all.

"I'm really not interested in dragging you back down from the roof again," Dirk went on. With a sigh, he picked up his PDA and turned it on in case Dave had anything to say. "Not a scene I'm interested in replaying."

Dave was tough to read right now. Between his poker face and the dark room, Dirk couldn't tell what he was feeling.

Dave had forgotten all about Prospit existing. Jesus dicks, it's not like he's usually on Prospit anyways. And considering that he's gone a year without Derse, it wasn't something he thought about.

i just got back from the roof

He was probably just going to find a couch or chair to maybe sleep on? Or not sleep. Maybe go to the dark room and develop his remaining film. Shit. He needs to buy more film.

couldnt sleep
dont worry about it

Dirk switched to text mode so as not to awaken the roommates.

Need a glass of warm milk and a bedtime story? Come on, your girlfriend is totally waiting for you.

Something was probably up. Dirk's unique situation not withstanding, something was always up when people "couldn't sleep".

wow
just shu
wait what?

Uhh. Why would Jade be waiting for him if she was asleep? Man, did you smack your head against something while you were asleep Dirk?

fuck off dude
i woke up and just decided that i didnt want to sleep anymore
wandering the great expanse of this shitty school at ass fucking who the fuck knows what time it actually is o clock
is a lot less interesting than youd think

It's three thirty.
And what do you mean "wait what" and "fuck off dude"?
Have I totally misjudged the nature of your relationship with her?

Nevermind how weird it is to think of his bro getting it on with Jake's grandma.

If it's not interesting then don't do it. Shit, do I have to hold your hand and walk you through this?

cant see how she could be waiting for me when shes asleep
unless you somehow have a harley is awake sense
also just shut up
jesus dicks
all we did was link

Except they also kissed and wow shut up and whatever. It's not even that he's trying to keep it a secret, just that he's too busy being irritated right now.

just go back to sleep
im not stopping you
you can stop texting me any kind
im just gonna head back out so you can go get your beauty sleep

It looks like Dave might actually leave now that there's some backwards ass incentive too.

She's awake on Prospit, you dumb shit.
Yeah, okay.
It's got nothing to do with you two being linked. You do realize I'm linked with Jake, right?

...wow, what was that sudden blast of confusion that just hit him? Even in the dark, with his glasses over his eyes, it would be visible.

Stop being stubborn and go to sleep. I get enough of my friends competing in the Idiot Olympics back home.

...
fuck
right
i guess i could just wake up on prospit

Ignoring the rest of your comment completely because he could have saved himself from an entire night filled with crappy nightmares if he hadn't forgotten the pendant on his turntables.

But even then, he kind of didn't want to sleep regardless.

i dont want to go to sleep
whatever
whys it matter when i can just sleep tomorrow or something

Yup, he'd forgotten.

You have a bad dream or something?

no

Not that saying no will change anything. At this point he's pretty sure Dirk never takes his no at face value.

Right he was at that.

You know I'm just concerned, right? I know you've got some cool kid reputation to maintain, and I respect your dedication to that, but it's okay to open up every once in a while.

Or not. It's up to you. Just don't fuckin' lie to me.

i dont want to talk about it
its dumb
not because i got some rep to keep up
and that wouldnt even matter since im pretty sure its basically been smashed to miniscule microscopic pieces at this point
i can deal with this on my own

He still hasn't moved from the doorway and he still has his back turned to the other.

This shouldn't be a big deal. Sis always told him to handle his own shit, and he can. His deaths? Only his problem. Time shit? His problems too. Stupid cruddy nightmares that shouldn't even be a thing? Also his own problem and no one else. He can do the whole independent thing.

You don't have to talk about it. But you also don't have to deal with it on your own.
This Lone Ranger, deal with everything all by yourself bullshit is the oldest and stupidest trope.
Would've thought you savvy enough to steer clear.
Go to bed. I'll tuck you in with a smuppet and a lullaby or some shit.

Said Dirk, who insisted on solving everyone else's problems along with his own, all by himself. He knew there was a logical disconnect there, but he really didn't give a damn.

im not even gonna bother mentioning how stupid it is getting that from you
but ok
soz i guess
cant help it if this strider wants to ride alone
guess i should try and keep a more open mind to this type of shit

Ughh he just. He has no idea what he wants to do at this moment. Sleep sounds pretty awesome right now.

wow no
i dont want to be tucked in or receive another smuppet
thanks but no thanks

Stubborn. Not that that was a surprise.

Dirk stood up, setting down his PDA so he wouldn't be able to hear any objections, and walked over to Dave. He reached out to take the younger boy's arm and lead him back to bed.

"Where's your dreamboat pendant?"

He tried digging his heals into the floor and yank his arm from Dirk, but it just ended up with Dave stumbling behind the other. He's really too tired to put up much of a fuss.

But Dave also doesn't reply. Mostly because Dirk put his PDA down and Dave isn't going to resort to pointing. That's just kind of sad.

Dirk side-eyed Dave with a look of exasperation as he put his hands on Dave's shoulders and gently but firmly sat him down once they reached Dave's bed. "Your hands aren't broken. Point to where it is or finger-spell it."

Haha, he just shoves his hands into the pockets of his pajama pants because that's the mature thing to do, right?

No, not really. It's kind of childish, but oh well.

Oh. Is this how they're going to do this?

Dirk just stares. He's not moving until he gets an answer. Enjoy how awkward this is, Dave.

Ugh, why are you trying so hard? It's not like this isn't the first time he's had nightmares. Stop making this so hard. Let him just deal with it on his own.

Because he cares about you, Dave. You stupid moron.

He crosses his arms and waits.

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