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

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.

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[He rests his chin on the table as he lazily texts her back.]

i know youre here
yeah
its a free
whatever this place is
the point of the store is for people to come in
browse
buy shit
or you know
waste time staring at shit
i wasnt being sarcastic
im fucking amazing
flying high
cant drag me down from my high horse

[Well....she'll humor him.]

Right.
I'm coming in then.
Right now.

[With that. She walks into the store. FROM THE ROOFTOP. Yup, best sister.]

[Dave hasn't really moved. He's still sitting at the counter and he's still resting his chin on the countertop.

He looks at Sis as disinterestedly as possible. He's trying to pretend things are chill. That he isn't in any bad mood or anything.

He raises a lazy hand in greeting.]

[Dave, do you not have any common sense? No place for Sis to perch herself on in this store? She rolled her eyes, raising a hand to greet him.

She doesn't know how to feel, or how to deal with Dave right now. She knew something was up, and she didn't know what. Sis was feeling slightly out of the social loop here; it was her own punishment for being elusive.]

Spill it Lil' Man. [She isn't beating around the godforsaken bush today.]

[Dave isn't exactly going to give this information up so easily. He doesn't really want to talk about it while he's in the middle or work.

And if he told Sis, he'd probably fucking breakdown. There was only so much he could take at this point. He was tired and he wasn't sleeping well if at all. And he hadn't made up with Jade yet.

So he lies. It's obvious he's lying, but maybe she won't push if he's stubborn.]

theres nothing to spill
all my dark girly secrets are already out on display
seriously
you cannot understand what this is doing to my self esteem

You look awful little dude.

[She doesn't care. He can't abscond here. She knows this for a fact. Absconding from work gets you fired and stuff, right? Right. She leans on the counter, picking up a drumstick.

She points it in Dave's face, tapping him gently on the nose. Wouldn't want to hurt the kid that bad, yet. She took note of the bruises and the bandages. She wasn't pleased with that, her sibling protection radar was pinging so hard right now.

Even with her elusive nature, Dave is still her sibling, and she will always intervene when he can't seem to handle things himself.]

Who did that to you Dave?

i fought a bitch
i mean bear
bears can be bitches so whatever

[Wow, that had nothing to do with anything. Way to completely say stupid things via text, Dave. That will totally convince Sis that you're okay. Obviously.]

its nothing
i just picked a fight
i couldnt fucking win
thats all

Who?

[She tapped the drumstick a little harder on Dave's cheek. Dave, are you willing to tell Sis the truth before she cracks this drumstick on your head? He would be very pleased to do so just for you.

The next part of this text bothers her. Picked a fight and couldn't win? What did he...who did he. Sis trained him, Sis was the one who raised Dave to fight with a Katana, this was a thing you could do.

She partly wonders now if she ever taught Dave how to fist fight. She has to shrug that one off.

She is so disappoint.]

If you don't tell me, I'll ask your Egbert friend.

[He knows she's disappointed in him, and it makes him shrink back slightly in his chair. He hated when he disappointed her. It made him feel all kinds of uncool and reminded him that he was more of a fuck up. And the constant feeling of being a fuck up was tiring.

And fuck. Egbert. What did you say to Sis?]

what
look
i got fucking upset over some bullshit
and picking a fight with someone whos race
puts them higher then our shitty human selves
after two days of strifing with other opponents
was a bad shitty idea
thats all
i got into a fight
and i might have pissed them off
and they fought back
and i fucking lost and got the beatdown of my life
why is this a thing we have to talk about here???

Who Dave?

[Tapping the drumstick just hard enough to hurt now. Don't fuck with her Dave, you're going to fucking regret it if you do.]

[Ow. Dude. That fucking hurts and he doesn't need you making him feel physically worst. On the upside. It helps him ignore the fact that he's been counting the amount of time (down to the seconds) of how long he hasn't seen Jade.]

ok
fuck
just stop it
vriska serket
would you quite that shit?!!

[Tap tap tap tap tap. She's not stopping. She refuses to.]

I'll take care of her.

[He swats at it. Okay, seriously. What the fuck.]

why does it matter???
she
er
actually apologized for that shit
it was like watching someone swallow acid
so yeah
also quit fucking hitting me with that

[Sis will not tolerate this. No one beats on Dave. No one beats on Dave without getting in trouble. This is why it was a good thing that the motherly feels were not there.

She would have no problem hitting that teenager square in the nose.]

[.......She ceased hitting Dave now. Slamming the drumstick back in it's place.]

Why does it matter? You're my brother. You look like shit. I'm your older sister. I kick ass for that reason.

i fuckin asked for it
i knew what i was getting myself into
honestly
it was stupid
i know

[And he found that it didn't make him feel any better after. It just made him feel crappier.]

being beaten up by a spider bitch
is the least of my worries right now!!!

[Sis reaches out, placing a hand on his head and ruffling the hair. literally this was just some sort of affection she wasn't used to giving. She admired the little guy for sticking up for himself. Or whatever he was doing.

Shit. Still so unfamiliar. Is this a thing she normally did? Is a thing that happens Dave.]

What would be the most of your worries?

[He winces a bit. As reassuring as the hair ruffling was, he forgets that Vriska had dug her nails into his scalp.]

its nothing
just some bullshit drama
that needs to blow over

[She tries to be gentle really, was that too rough. Light hair ruffles now.]

It's going to be okay. I think..

[Dave just rests his head on his arms. He looked like the perfect image of a sulking child.

It was obvious he wasn't so sure about things being okay.]

[She turns to leave. She got her answer, sort of.]

Chin up, kiddo. Things could get a lot worse. [She waves her hand in good bye. She knows Dave will text her if he needs her.]

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