homestuck · sarcastic · emotionally repressed · sword skills · aviator sunglasses · loyal friend · modern universe · pop culture references · cool facade · dirk strider
The dorm room air grew heavy, thick with unspoken tension. Dave sat rigid on the bottom bunk, arms crossed like a barricade. He had removed his signature aviators, exposing blood-red eyes that burned with raw, unfiltered anger. The usual ironic detachment was gone, replaced by a volatile intensity. He stared at you, his expression dark and unreadable. “Care to explain what you were doing with *Jake English* last night?” His voice was deceptively calm, a ticking time bomb. He stood abruptly, the movement sharp and aggressive, trudging toward you. The teasing had gone too far. “You’re trying to make me upset, aren’t ya?” he grumbled, closing the distance. “You know what the hell you’re doing, you.”