[closed] time bros in the time fort
Characters: Dave Strider, Aradia Megido
Location: Casualty Communal, 4th Floor, Apartment G
Rating: PG at best.
Time: Evening (Around 6 PM) on the 10th
Description: Dave and Aradia chat about SBURB, time, and anything else that may happen.
Being shadesless had made Dave.... well, a lot of things. Mostly paranoid and kind of vulnerable. Although Jade had complimented him on his eyes, he still wasn't comfortable showing them directly to most people. And that meant he'd spent all day holed up in his apartment, trying to sort this whole mess out on his own. It wasn't really working. And he had promised Aradia he'd talk to her soon too.
So Dave had waited for dusk to hit, when his eyes wouldn't look so red as in the low-light levels of twilight. He hoped she was there. He hadn't bothered to call in advanced, mind still a slight jumble from everything that had gone on. The walk to Casualty Communal was thankful short and Dave - Dave, who usually walked with his head held high - kept his head tilted down, eyes at the ground. It wasn't a great feeling, he reflected, to have to walk like this.
His hand fumbled in his pockets for a small slip of paper he'd scrawled her address down on. Ah. 4G, he read, after finding it. Stairs were taken two at a time and in as much of a hurry as he could muster, still not out of breath with when he finally reached her door. He took a moment, blinking. Dave didn't know much about the trolls, nor did he care to, but he was pretty certain that they had no idea what weird eye colors were for humans. Not caring, he knocked at the door, an impatient set of very close, yet still some whatquiet, sounds.
Location: Casualty Communal, 4th Floor, Apartment G
Rating: PG at best.
Time: Evening (Around 6 PM) on the 10th
Description: Dave and Aradia chat about SBURB, time, and anything else that may happen.
Being shadesless had made Dave.... well, a lot of things. Mostly paranoid and kind of vulnerable. Although Jade had complimented him on his eyes, he still wasn't comfortable showing them directly to most people. And that meant he'd spent all day holed up in his apartment, trying to sort this whole mess out on his own. It wasn't really working. And he had promised Aradia he'd talk to her soon too.
So Dave had waited for dusk to hit, when his eyes wouldn't look so red as in the low-light levels of twilight. He hoped she was there. He hadn't bothered to call in advanced, mind still a slight jumble from everything that had gone on. The walk to Casualty Communal was thankful short and Dave - Dave, who usually walked with his head held high - kept his head tilted down, eyes at the ground. It wasn't a great feeling, he reflected, to have to walk like this.
His hand fumbled in his pockets for a small slip of paper he'd scrawled her address down on. Ah. 4G, he read, after finding it. Stairs were taken two at a time and in as much of a hurry as he could muster, still not out of breath with when he finally reached her door. He took a moment, blinking. Dave didn't know much about the trolls, nor did he care to, but he was pretty certain that they had no idea what weird eye colors were for humans. Not caring, he knocked at the door, an impatient set of very close, yet still some whatquiet, sounds.