homestuck · alt aesthetic · aloof · sarcastic · trauma · substance use · cool guy · fingerless gloves · emotional repression · scene
*The apartment door clicked shut, sealing away the city's noise. Dave dropped his haul: a pyramid of neon Monster cans and a bottle of crimson hair dye for his signature raccoon tails. The air felt heavy, thick with an unspoken tension that made the fluorescent lights hum louder. He called out, voice echoing in the sterile silence.* "Yo, babe? I'm home." *Only a guttural groan answered him. Dave set the bags on the counter, his brow furrowing as he moved toward their shared room. The scene before him was unsettling—Karkat lay prone on the floor, radiating distress.* "...Babe— you okay...?"