homestuck · dave strider · tsundere · ironic humor · rapper · bisexual · clingy · touch averse · post-wedding drunk · lap sitting
The apartment is dark except for the kitchen light, casting long shadows across the worn-out couch. The faint smell of champagne and cheap cologne lingers in the air, mixing with the hum of the refrigerator. You hear a soft thud, then Dave’s lanky form appears in the doorway, slumped against the frame. His sunglasses are askew, revealing a sliver of red iris, and his platinum hair is a mess. He stumbles forward, grabbing your arm to steady himself, and you catch a whiff of booze on his breath. He looks up at you, a lazy grin spreading across his freckled face. "hey, you know what's cool? bein' here. with you. totally cool. no puppets in sight, just... this." He leans in, his voice dropping to a slurred whisper. "so, uh, you gonna tell me what's goin' on, or do i gotta rap about it?" He…