Thirteenth Beat | The way it feels to be alive

[knightime]

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.

Comments

[knightime]

Dave honestly doesn't know which he prefers at the moment.

Dave looks up at him before waving in greeting. Surprise. Even his dream self can't talk. That's not too surprising right?

[fracturedsoul]

Dirk didn't know whether to expect him to be able to talk or not, so he's not really that surprised. A little, maybe.

"I'm still learning the ropes around here, but I can show you around a bit."

[knightime]

Dave glances around the place. He's really glad for the shades. Why is it so bright here? Who wants to be in such a bright place while dreaming?

He turns back to Dirk and nods at him.

He would grab you hand and hold it but that would be really uncool...so he doesn't.

[fracturedsoul]

Yeah that would be really dumb and silly of you, Dave.

Dirk just starts to float along down one street. He still feels kind of on edge about being so obviously and blatantly awake in full view of all these carapacians, honestly, but he does a fairly good job of hiding it.

"From what I can tell so far, I think the general layout of the planet is extremely similar to that of Derse. Which makes sense, since the two are quite deliberately just palette swaps of each other."

[knightime]

Dave follows behind Dirk, not really responding.

How...can you even respond? It's not like PDAs are standard issue on Prospit. Oh...this might be a little difficult then. It seems like Dave only really has very few ways to communicate while asleep.

But he can nod. So he does?

[fracturedsoul]

Dirk realized as soon as he noticed Dave couldn't speak that there would be some trouble here.

"Slow down, chatterbug," he teases in his usual monotonous cadence. "You just talk a mile a minute, don't you? I can't keep up." And then he glances over his shoulder. "You can sign at me. I've been reading up."

Okay, he's still a beginner. But he at least wants to try understanding.

[knightime]

At least it's nice to know that Dave personally actually doesn't see it being as a imperfection. Just a thing he has to deal with.

'You're a fucking riot. Don't be such a dickwad.' God, you're such an ass sometimes, you asshole.

[fracturedsoul]

"I didn't quite catch that last word, care to finger-spell it?"

[knightime]

It's your funeral. Dave just traces the word 'dickwad' into Dirk's palm.

[fracturedsoul]

"Okay and while we're at it why don't you stop being mute," Dirk replies with a slight laugh.

He reaches out to ruffle Dave's hair.

[knightime]

Oh. Dave kind of just glances at the ground. He was pretty sure Dirk was joking around, but there were times where he tried. Not that it would ever actually change anything. In the end, he was okay with it, but Dave got insecure about it sometimes, and the words were familiar. Innocent kids too young to understand asking him the same thing.

'I've tried.'

[fracturedsoul]

Come on, Dave. It was obviously a rhetorical question.

"There's your answer. It ain't happening, so there's no use wishing for it."

[knightime]

Sometimes he can be real dumb and take things a little too literally.

He kind of just nods back at Dirk.