Your name is DAVE STRIDER, you live alone and fend for yourself. For an 18 YEAR OLD you're not doing too badly for yourself even with all of the issues you've encountered, most of which you would RATHER NOT TALK ABOUT. But more often than not you're the same guy you've always been and you try to not let the bad stuff get you down.
Status: bored, reallyh, where did everyone go?
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Bro noticed the face pull and rolled his eyes cuddling the puppet happily. Cal was all he had for support. Or had been for years. The only other thing was the millions of pills in his pocket. But his love for Cal.. It was real. He looked up at Dave and checked his temperature. A worried expression stretched across his face now. “Anything else you need..?”
Dave shook his head. “Not really.” He said quietly, he wasn’t going to ask about his temperature since going by the look on bro’s face, it was pretty bad.
He shook his head as he stroked back Daves hair from his face giving him a brotherly peck on the cheek and getting everything more tidy for him. He sat Cal down and kissed the puppet with a grin.
Dave pulled a face when bro kissed Cal, the expression that most kids pull when they see a relative kiss someone. Maybe if in the past he’d told bro that Cal frequented his nightmares rather than just saying nothing at all about them, then maybe things would be different now…but the past was the past so now Dave just had to put up with the presence of Cal, especially with current circumstances.
tiimaeusterrors: Upon being shoved into the alleyway roughly alongside Dave, Dirk did the only thing that seemed logical to him. He stood in front of Dave with his hands up, but made no move to empty his pockets until he was prodded further. "Run," He tried to urge the other, hoping he'd listen.
"And be shot in the process of it? Or leave you to get shot? Fat chance." Dave murmured, not making any attempt to move. He wasn’t going to leave, not without Dirk.
Dirk tensed and cringed, and all common sense left him when he heard Dave’s cry of pain. He took a breath to try and compose himself, his thoughts, but it was completely useless. Everything turned to a blur as he lunged forward and at the threat that was their assailant. “You fucker!”
Another gunshot, to which Dirk was unaware of the origin, had him off guard but it didn’t hit him, instead aiming away from anyone as the gun flung somewhere off to the side. This was risky as all hell but he darted forward and attempted a kick to the pickpocket’s gut halfway successfully, causing a recoil as he fell hard into a brick wall. Partially from being pushed away.
This was bad. While the thief gathered what he could of Dirk’s belongings, and took off, everything came back into focus and he made his way over to Dave. “Fuck. Fuck, are you okay?”
Dave had slumped to the ground and clutched his leg, his hands gripping tightly around the bloody wound. His frame shook slightly as he took deep breaths to try and hold back the tears that were welling up in his hidden eyes. “…It ffucking hurts…but I’ll live.” He said with a slight juttery nod.
Though he was not really focusing all too much on the later part of the fight, Dirk’s switch from ‘trying to get them away without much’ trouble to ‘lets fucking kick that guy down’ was rather surprising to see…though in fairness there was good reason for it being provoked. “That was some pretty good going there…”
"Luckily there are those of us who have more of an awareness, acceptance…or understanding of it." Dave sighed and leaned back against the couch. "Every thing’s so complex, I wish it would all just go make sense."
"Well, all things considered, I feel I need to be accepting in turn for people being accepting toward me…" Dirk said with a shrug, "If I was to say I didn’t fully support others I’d be, what, hypocritical? But it depends if people are pleasant toward me…"
Shifting a little to try and get more comfortable, he chewed at his lip a bit. “It’s a hassle, in the real world, when people don’t accept your and your boyfriend’s gender identity. That’s kind of, I mean, Jake is genderfluid so…” He closed his eyes momentarily, “People are just plain ridiculous about it at times and it makes me so mad.”
"Well, with our situations, being hesitant to jump out the friendly greetings straight away to people who know is kinda an obvious thing cause we can get a lot of negative response if we’re with the wrong people…" Dave sighed be nodded, understanding Dirk’s point.
He paused for a moment and blinked as he took in this new information. It’s not really something he would have expected from someone with the name Jake that, as far as he knows usually, goes by male pronouns; but he just takes a mental note of it and doesn’t question it - after all that would be a hypocritical thing to do. “People react ridiculously about the things they don’t understand, which is a shame cause people should be allowed to do what makes them happy, it’s not like it’s something that passes from one to another. And well good on him, I guess he prefers male pronouns…or does he switch?” He asked, deciding to get a bit of clarification on that so he doesn’t fuck it up when he finally talks to Jake.