Luckily for Dirk, it isn't the reason Dave is doing this, he'd have done it for free. It benefits them both, but this dream he doesn't want to wake up from is specifically for the chance to maybe do shit right this time. Maybe not be a total fuck up because he's not a tiny child anymore. Except for hearing that Zombies aren't cool. "Whoa, whoa, just a fuckin' second. You can't walk back into a guy's life and tell him Zombies aren't cool. When they fuck'd they become uncool? They eat brains and tear through flesh and get exploded and don't give a fuck. If I was on fire I'd pitch a fit, not go lurching toward brunch. Bro. That is prime coolass things."
He does want the approval but the casual back and forth make for a good feeling too. Something normal even if he's bantered with his friends in the game. This feels "every day" and it feels nice.
Nice until the quiet. That sort of quiet from a Strider can only mean one thing and that one thing usually means something so god damn apocalyptically monumental that shit is about to get real. Dave lifts his head, turning it as he realizes, too, the massive irony of it. "Holy. Fuck." That is a massive yes. "This is why I said you'd figure it out." Dave has no interest in beating the system here, but he knows how competitive Dirk can get. A challenge of any kind is met with effort three thousand fold. This also sounds like a god damn quadrant business and he's still leery of introducing Karkat, but once he gets to the place where he's sure Dirk isn't a brutal maniac anymore, he probably will ask him.
Little does he know.
"Please tell me employees are going to wear full Grandma clothes. Sweaters and cardigans and wholesome jumpers." Except him. He's not getting caught dead in that.
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He does want the approval but the casual back and forth make for a good feeling too. Something normal even if he's bantered with his friends in the game. This feels "every day" and it feels nice.
Nice until the quiet. That sort of quiet from a Strider can only mean one thing and that one thing usually means something so god damn apocalyptically monumental that shit is about to get real. Dave lifts his head, turning it as he realizes, too, the massive irony of it. "Holy. Fuck." That is a massive yes. "This is why I said you'd figure it out." Dave has no interest in beating the system here, but he knows how competitive Dirk can get. A challenge of any kind is met with effort three thousand fold. This also sounds like a god damn quadrant business and he's still leery of introducing Karkat, but once he gets to the place where he's sure Dirk isn't a brutal maniac anymore, he probably will ask him.
Little does he know."Please tell me employees are going to wear full Grandma clothes. Sweaters and cardigans and wholesome jumpers." Except him. He's not getting caught dead in that.