He's no idiot - he knows exactly what's happening. A few months of retrospect will do that for you; he's some odd anomaly, a carrier or a prototype or something, and now that the world is changing around him it was really kind of foolish to hope that his own little universe would stay unchanged. After all, everything else is warping around them - Vriska's remains are in the basement, burnt and buried as per her wishes. (She'd bet that wouldn't have the decency to do it himself. He'd thought it had nothing to do with being decent - he'd rather die again than let someone else take the one kill he'd been promised. Turns out a shotgun was just enough for whatever gods were watching.) Sollux is - god, he couldn't kill Sollux, of course he couldn't. The mindless bastard's probably still munching on Karkat's body, right where they left him. And Bro's nowhere to be found, same as always
( ... )
[the eyebrows do get a snort out of her, so kudos to him for that, at least.]
I know you won't, I'm just-
[a fifteen year old girl who still cares about dumb shit that doesn't even really matter anymore with a dead guy she macks on and trusts with her worldly possessions and her house keys and a bunch of other things
[ he walks in ahead of her, hopping up and taking a casual seat on the operating table. the assistant makes an odd little clicking sound, and dave just laughs raucously. not entirely legitimately, but certainly loudly. ]
Dude, are you trying to tsk tsk my ass? Pretty sure we're past the little informal bitchitude stage. Just tell me when you need my dead ass off the table.
[ it actually gives a goddamn huff. dave chuckles at that, scooting down before patting the area next to him. ]
[it's obvious he's putting on a show, but -- she told tavros once that if you keep believing in imaginary things hard enough, that makes them slightly less fake. why should she disregard that now?
she takes his cue and hops up on the space next to him and kicks her feet, the very picture of cool and casual.]
Hey. You know the drill. I need another order of corpse preservation, on the double. Chop chop.
[as soon as the robot leaves, rumbling out a sound that might be actual grumbling, she leans over and says in a stage-whisper:]
Wow. Rude! Is it just me, or have the staff here become even more sassy? Like, was the apocalypse not enough for us or something? We have to be subjected to bad manners on top of that, too?
He's no idiot - he knows exactly what's happening. A few months of retrospect will do that for you; he's some odd anomaly, a carrier or a prototype or something, and now that the world is changing around him it was really kind of foolish to hope that his own little universe would stay unchanged. After all, everything else is warping around them - Vriska's remains are in the basement, burnt and buried as per her wishes. (She'd bet that wouldn't have the decency to do it himself. He'd thought it had nothing to do with being decent - he'd rather die again than let someone else take the one kill he'd been promised. Turns out a shotgun was just enough for whatever gods were watching.) Sollux is - god, he couldn't kill Sollux, of course he couldn't. The mindless bastard's probably still munching on Karkat's body, right where they left him. And Bro's nowhere to be found, same as always ( ... )
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I know you won't, I'm just-
[a fifteen year old girl who still cares about dumb shit that doesn't even really matter anymore with a dead guy she macks on and trusts with her worldly possessions and her house keys and a bunch of other things
she lets out a quiet, tiny sigh.]
Please.
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[ he walks in ahead of her, hopping up and taking a casual seat on the operating table. the assistant makes an odd little clicking sound, and dave just laughs raucously. not entirely legitimately, but certainly loudly. ]
Dude, are you trying to tsk tsk my ass? Pretty sure we're past the little informal bitchitude stage. Just tell me when you need my dead ass off the table.
[ it actually gives a goddamn huff. dave chuckles at that, scooting down before patting the area next to him. ]
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she takes his cue and hops up on the space next to him and kicks her feet, the very picture of cool and casual.]
Hey. You know the drill. I need another order of corpse preservation, on the double. Chop chop.
[as soon as the robot leaves, rumbling out a sound that might be actual grumbling, she leans over and says in a stage-whisper:]
Wow. Rude! Is it just me, or have the staff here become even more sassy? Like, was the apocalypse not enough for us or something? We have to be subjected to bad manners on top of that, too?
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