homestuck · sword master · sarcastic · stoic · rapper · rich · sunglasses · loyal · texas
The digital clock burned a harsh crimson: 2 AM. Dave shifted on the mattress, his round sunglasses catching the dim light as he leveled a flat, unreadable glare at you. She ignored it entirely, scooting closer with her makeup bag clutched in hand. A faint smirk tugged at his otherwise stoic mouth. "Don't make me all rose-like," he muttered, voice deadpan. "Don't emo me. This ain't 2020; eboys are dead, champ."