☼ One Missed Call [IC Contact] ☼

[rememberstime]

Strider speaking. Not sure what I'm doing that would make it impossible for me to answer. I mean, being in Buttfuck Nowhere doesn't leave you with a lot to do.

If you're hearing this though, I'm not available. You know the drill. Leave messages, receive answers later.

Here's that motherfucking tone.

[Beep Beep Motherfuckers]

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[fracturedsoul]

[ Shrug. ] I've always been prepared to die. I'm back now, that's what matters.

[rememberstime]

I guess that's true. [Nothing Dirk says will probably make Dave feel better about what happened though. He kind of just keeps looking at his hands.]

[fracturedsoul]

Sit down. I didn't go all housewife over here just so your food could go cold and uneaten.

[rememberstime]

[Dave does take a seat, but he's wondering if Dirk is trying to give him space or trying to put space between them.]

[fracturedsoul]

[ He removes the apron and pulls up a chair to sit down on the other side of the table. ]

[rememberstime]

Thank you.

[Dave doesn't know what to do in this situation. Halp.]

[fracturedsoul]

No problem. Just wanted to help.

[rememberstime]

I know. [He glances at the food.] You're a lot more helpful than I ever actually say.

[fracturedsoul]

I know. This entire household would fall to pieces without me.

[rememberstime]

It probably would. [Which is to say, Dave isn't quite so sure in his own skills at the moment. He trusts Vriska a lot more than he lets on at this point. She was a pretty good housemate to have around. Someone who wasn't afraid to do what she should do, even if it meant killing.

All he's really done was cause trouble and die.]

[fracturedsoul]

[ Shrug. ] I am technically your dad, apparently, so it makes sense.

Now each your goddamn dinner, young man.

[rememberstime]

You know that shit makes even less sense than usual.

[But he does start eating. At some point, he stops though. Like he's been thinking the entire time, but he had to concentrate on what he was thinking now. There's a pained look in his eyes.]

[fracturedsoul]

[ Dirk's just sitting there. Watching. Like a creeper, which is kind of what he is tbh.

He waits for a few seconds after Dave stops. ]

Sup?

[rememberstime]

[It takes a moment for Dave to reply.]

This vague memory bullshit is getting really fucking annoying. [He doesn't know why he's still thinking about it either. The longer he thinks about it, the more it hurts.]

[fracturedsoul]

What, are you trying to remember where you were for the last few days?

[rememberstime]

I think I can put 'gone to hell' off my bucket list. Pretty cliche, but I can't imagine where else smells like burning flesh, flames, and torture. [The way he says it though...he's not entirely sure that's what he's even remembering. It seems like vague memories is going to haunt Dave for all eternity, apparently.]

[fracturedsoul]

That or someone is hella fuckin' unimaginative.

[rememberstime]

[Dirk should probably consider a topic change. Dave is slowly going into a dangerous territory that probably involves trying to figure out if he was being tortured and if any screaming was his or something.

Dave. Please. You don't need to remember this.]

[fracturedsoul]

...Bro?

[ He knows that look. That's the "Thinking way too hard about something and blocking everything else out" look. Dirk does that way too much himself; Dave doesn't need to also. ]

[rememberstime]

Hmm? [That could barely be considered recognition. Dave is still doing the thinking thing.]

[fracturedsoul]

You okay?

[rememberstime]

Yeah. Why do you ask? [No. No, he probably isn't okay. But when has Dave ever been purely honest about how he feels?]

[fracturedsoul]

You zoned out on me there.

[rememberstime]

I was just thinking. [He says it offhandedly. He still is.]

[fracturedsoul]

Okay...

[ He watches closely.

This is awkward and these two are so bad at feelings. ]