☼ 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]

See you soon?

[rememberstime]

yea
ill be there soon

[fracturedsoul]

[ By the time Dave arrives, Dirk's heated up some canned ravioli over a fire on the roof. Not the best of meals, but it's fucking five-star compared to the beans he usually makes. He's waiting in Dave's apartment. ]

[rememberstime]

[Dave was decent enough to get clothes on before arriving back. He kind of just drags himself in. He's been doing the thinking thing and it isn't really the best idea. He's figuring that out quickly, but still trying.]

[fracturedsoul]

[ Dirk's wearing an apron and a pair of oven mitts when Dave enters the apartment, hoping to at least get a laugh out of his bro. The guy obviously feels guilty over something that might not have even been his doing, and Dirk doesn't like that. ]

[rememberstime]

[Dave would fine it hilariously ironic, but just seeing Dirk kind of makes Dave feel worst.

Even if he wasn't in his right mind or it wasn't him. It still betrayed Dirk's trust and he couldn't just push the blame off himself.]

[fracturedsoul]

What, no honey I'm home?

[ He places the food he's prepared, along with a glass of water, down on the living room table and gestures to it. ]

Sit down, I'll get your slippers.

[rememberstime]

I'm sorry, kid.

[It's probably odd. Seeing Dave this bare. It's a lot like when Dave had that breakdown, but he isn't crying this time. There was just an obvious regret and guilt in that apology and it showed clearly on Dave's face without a pair of shades to hide behind.]

[fracturedsoul]

...

[ It hurts to hear, to see that on Dave's face. Dirk pulls the oven mitts off and tosses them onto the table, standing back to give Dave his space. ]

I don't blame you.

[rememberstime]

That doesn't change the fact that it still happened.

[The worst part is that they both know that Dave couldn't have stopped himself. If that was even actually him. Dave still wasn't sure exactly what really happened.]

[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?