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

[smupette]

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

I'll take care of her.

[knightime]

[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

[smupette]

[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.]

[2/2]

[smupette]

[.......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.

[knightime]

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!!!

[smupette]

[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?

[knightime]

[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

[smupette]

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

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

[knightime]

[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.]

[smupette]

[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.]