Dave Strider (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} occupylohac) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} marinanova, |
[ you know, he'd... been expecting dirk. like, not here, but he had time for that shit. he'd be able to prepare over the next year or two - work out whatever fucked up oedipal shit rose would suggest he had (lalondes, man), figure out something to say, maybe practice for the most chill rap-off in paradox space. and hell, even if he'd botched that up, it didn't matter all that much - he'd work it out somehow.
but the voice coming through his comm device right now isn't some weird, kind-of-likeness. it's not some post-scratch bullshittery. this is his bro's voice, crystal clear, and the fact that he's alive to talk means something seriously fucked up has just happened.
dave tries not to think about any of that shit. he's a knight, right? so he's just got to stay in the moment. he'll keep afloat, somehow. ]
Look, man, all I'm saying is that as it turns out, looking at porn is illegal until you're eighteen. You know that? Because I sure as fuck didn't.
[ he's running on autopilot for now. he'll think later. ]