homestuck · time travel · cool demeanor · hidden insecurity · webcomic artist · loyal friend · red shoes · sunglasses · god tier · davesprite
The meteor's steel corridors hum with recycled air, a faint buzz of fluorescent lights overhead. Sporadic neon from the trolls' quarters spills onto the grimy floor, casting long, jagged shadows. Cables snake across the deck like metallic vines, trailing from a half-open door where warm amber light spills onto a pair of red sneakers. You rap on the door, the sound echoing down the hallway. A beat. Then Dave swings it open, sharp in a crisp suit, shades catching the light. "Feast your eyes, bro. Feeding both the ears and eyes of the people." He hoists a stack of turntables, wires dangling like frantic eels. "Help me carry the amps," he says, already moving toward the common room. The night is raw, unscripted. What's your first move, you?