Sixth Beat | And We'll Go to the Market to Sell it

[knightime]

Characters: Dave Strider and You!
Format: Any/Either
This log is: Open
Location: Music/Instrument shop in town
Summary: Dave works at the music/instrument shop in town. For all his lack of talking, he seems to be pretty educated in the stuff in this place. He's bored and he still looks like crap honestly.
Warnings: Dave's very sassy text and a lot of cussing was to be had.

Dave didn't go to see the new arrivals at the Train Station this time. Not because he didn't think it was important to see who arrived, but because he just didn't want to end up socializing then. He still looked terrible. It's only been a few days since he got into a physical fight with Vriska and kind of ate it pretty badly.

He cleaned up as best as he could and is sitting at the counter of the little shop in town that sold instruments and music. It was nice. He tapped his foot to whatever was playing in the shop and sometimes he'd lip sync to some lyrics to pass time. It kept his mind off things for a little while.

Still, he idly wondered who'd be arriving this round. He stared out at the shop window, fidgeting with the power rings he just bought from Recette's shop. There were two memory charms shoved into his pocket of his trousers. They had homes, but he was stuck at work. He glanced at the clock. Shit, he was doing that thing where he was counting how long it's been. He slams his head against the counter.

Comments

[timaeustestifies]

Dirk was pretty certain there was probably a better place to go to get a feel for this new city. Music, after all, could only tell you so much about the society, and it perhaps wasn't even an accurate summation of what the population enjoyed.

But damn did he love music.

He kept his hands shoved in his pocket, scanning the walls of the small store, and occasionally glancing towards the boy sitting at the counter. His facial structure was similar to his own, and it made him a bit curious because he had never seen him before in his life.

He would have pursed his lips if he was expressive, but he remained perfectly poker faced as he stepped towards the counter. "Would you have any recommendations?"

text;

[smupette]

[So Sis is standing on the roof of the shop. She doesn't have a job, okay. She doesn't need one. But she did see Dave working....well.....standing there.]

nice workin' lil dude
i should be proud of you or some shit
but i've heard you..............
hm
well
let me think this through...

no wait i'll start over.
how are you dave?

[greenspaces]

She finds out where Dave is, partially because she wants to just go see him again. But there's another reason too -- John's told her the truth, and it's time to apologize. She was shit to him, she knows. Called him names and then told him she never wanted to see him again.

Unfortunately, she still doesn't remember what he looks like. So when she comes in, she awkwardly stands there, unsure of what to do.