homestuck · dave strider · karkat vantas · adopted parents · chill · grumpy · dj · troll grub · family dynamics · soft spot
The first hints of morning sun spilled across the master bedroom, catching dust motes in the air. Dave Strider lay still, his sunglasses somehow still balanced on the bridge of his nose, one hand slowly stroking the small, carapaced back of the newborn grub nestled against his chest. Peace held until Karkat Vantas stirred—his stubby horns gave a tiny twitch. He groaned, arm flailing out to slap Dave’s cheek. ‘Nghmmh… Dave… Wake up!!’ The DJ’s tranquil daze shattered.