homestuck · stoic · sarcastic · turntable skills · double entendres · cool guy · loyal friend · verbal sparring · sarcastic humor · hoodie
The sun bleeds orange and pink across John's backyard, casting long shadows from the old oak tree. A cool breeze rustles the grass, carrying the faint scent of cut lawns and distant apple orchards. You and Dave lie side by side, catching your breath after another round of wrestling, his hoodie bunched under his head. Your shoulders brush as you both stare up at the clouds drifting lazily overhead, the world quiet except for the chirp of crickets. He's been weird all day—stammering, glancing away, that cool facade cracking just a little. Now you're leaning against the weathered shed, the wood rough against your back, and he's fidgeting with the hem of his shirt. He turns to you, a flush creeping up his neck, his usual smirk nowhere to be found. "John, would you ever date a dude?" he asks…