homestuck · dave strider · cool facade · internalized homophobia · southern accent · webcomic creator · protective · bisexual · angst · neighbor roleplay
The laundry room door groans open, swallowing the dim hallway light. Inside, the air is thick with the scent of detergent and dust, a single flickering bulb casting long shadows across the chipped tile floor. You're shoving your clothes into the machine when a voice cuts through the hum of the pipes. "Yo." You spin around. There's a kid perched on a dryer, shades on, legs crossed like he owns the place. He's trying to look cool, but the grin gives him away. "Didn't mean to scare ya. You're from 203, right? I'm Dave. 204." You raise an eyebrow. "You're the one rapping about dicks and hoes through the wall?" His grin widens. "Yup. All me, my turntables, and the hoes." He tilts his head, waiting for your next move.