Daddy Dave Strider

Dave: Get some apple juice.

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Fuck if humans didn’t all look pretty much alike after while. Karkat rarely bothered to differentiate them, and as such, it had taken him longer to recognize Dave. It was the sunglasses that had done it, though. Not many people went around shopping in shades, especially not ones that looked like those. The nostalgia trip has the odd effect of jolting him so much that his synapses go back to firing in something resembling a normal manner. “I’m pretty sure I can handle choosing which type of prepackaged slop I consume. Go peddle your expert opinion on all things instantly culinary to someone who actually requires them.” At this point, he grabs a couple of the packages and puts them in his basket, looking to move on from the unwelcome presence of his newfound companion. The Troll just had a feeling that time had done nothing to improve the guy’s inherent obnoxiousness and was in no mood to deal with it.

Definitely Vantas. Dave can't help but grin at the familiarity of the troll's standoffish speech, despite the sarcastic tone and almost insulting nature. He doesn't bother with being offended though; Vantas simply didn't seem to know how to talk in any other form or manner, from what Dave remembers. At least the other isn't yelling or something. He fixes his eyes back onto the taller male.

"Looks like you haven't changed a bit, Vantas," he remarks bluntly, and he still has the hint of a grin lingering on lips as he speaks. He's amused, and somewhat relieved actually, to see the troll's subtle irritation. He'd have probably flipped his shit if the other had greeted him with a smile instead.

Fuck, that would be weird.

#rp #karkatvanta2

Dave: Get some apple juice.

acicularate

That one? Or that one? Or that one? He’s standing there trying to remember which flavor he wanted when he came down here, but it’s rapidly turning into an exercise in futility. Now the starving Troll isn’t even sure he wants the particular item he’s been staring at for the past ten minutes. Footsteps draw Karkat’s distracted attention. Good, maybe this person would help him. Sometimes, random passerby would. This was a pretty nice place for the most part, not that the Cancer had really ever had any qualms about accosting people, whether he knew them or not. His head spins to look at the approaching shopper. Brows are furrowed and he squints at him. This guy’s almost as tall as he is. It was maybe an inch, just a couple of centimeters, only noticeable if you were looking for it. The boots Karkat was wearing gave him a slight extra advantage over that, but only he knew that. He’d still be taller, even barefoot. Also, the man is painfully blond and seems to be wearing sunglasses that should be familiar. You’d forgotten to wear your own, so your scarlet eyes stare. Fog rolls through his think pan, but it bears a name on it. This guy wasn’t some stranger on the street, or in the aisle, it was someone known to him, but that he hadn’t seen in years. That was actually starting to become a thing it appeared. People surfacing out of nowhere, dragging memories of the past with them. The behorned head tilts, extracting said moniker from the cloud of his mind. “…Strider?”

#rp #karkatvanta2 #oh haha i see #that makes sense

"Vantas," Dave says without missing a beat, and is only slightly disappointed with the other's uncertain tone. He figures he'll let it slide this time, though. After all, when was the last time he'd seen the nubby-horned troll? Two years ago? Three? Four? Hell if he can remember.

The first thing he'd noticed once the Cancer turned around was that Vantas seemed to have spontaneously developed red irises since the last time they've met. Huh. Dave briefly wonders if they're contacts or a trick of the light, as is his own, or if the troll's eyes were actually just as crimson as they appeared. Maybe it was a troll thing, who knows? He doesn't bother asking.

After staring at the other dumbly for who knows how long, the shorter male casually sticks his hands in his pockets and nods his head once in a half-hearted sort of greeting towards the other, then looks past the troll to the row of items set behind him. He manages to read off a shitload of different flavors from the items' labels and guesses that that's what's keeping the troll pinned in place. How indecisive.

The blond arches an eyebrow. "Need help?"

Dave: Get some apple juice.

acicularate

After having been working for god knew how long, because the Troll sure as hell didn’t, but he was thinking about asking, he realized that maybe there was this thing known as eating that he should be doing. That happened way more often than it should. It was a wonder he hadn’t made himself ill with how he didn’t bother taking care of himself properly.

It’s not like it mattered anyway. All that would happen was this planet would lose one novelist. Two others would be right behind him, competing to take his place. Karkat knew this. It was why he worked so hard all the time, to his own detriment, usually. Maybe if he had anything resembling a social life, he might be bothered to give a fuck. Obviously he didn’t have either of those: a social life or a fuck. The latter in either sense of the word, as well. The biggest problem, however, with the forgetting to eat issue was that it often was also tied to forgetting to have something in the house to eat. The proximity of said residence to a corner store was helpful, but obviously not helpful enough. When the author finally remembered that thing known as food, he tended to be rather spacey and light headed. The employees were used to him standing there staring at the shelves for half an hour or more, having absolutely no clue what he wanted to eat. One of them usually took pity on him and stuck something in his basket. Karkat had frequented the establishment enough that they had learned his preferences. No one had noticed him yet, so he was still just standing there staring.

#rp #karkatvanta2 #ahahahahaha do you really?#do the workers there do that too?

Before he even manages to reach the refrigerated drinks section, Dave spots a rather familiar looking figure in the store. He immediately recognizes the other as a troll, what with the black hair and grey skin, but from where he's standing he can just barely see the troll's horns. That in itself, however, is enough for him to identify just who it is he ran into.

Vantas.

Dave wonders what the Cancer is doing in such a place, but, honestly, that was a stupid thing to ponder about because he has a goddamn shopping basket and what the fuck else would you do in a corner store? Hell if he knows. The blond temporarily diverts from his pathway to liquefied gold and starts trekking towards the troll instead, who is, quite obviously and somewhat abnormally, frozen in place.

Smirking slightly at his newly made observation, Dave wonders if he could scare the shit out of the troll and gets ready to do so when-oh fuck no.

Dave blinks dumbly and stops advancing.

Was Vantas taller than him?

ironicallypaternal-deactivated2

==>Bro: Be a considerate gentleman. (read passive aggressive dick.)

ironicallypaternal-deactivated2

You set down the boys food in front of them. Well actually, you set down that nasty, mushy baby food shit down in front of them. You sit there for a moment making sure they don’t get rowdy and push off their food or something then go out to check the mail quickly. It’d been about four days since you sent Dave the letter. Once back inside you find that during the short time you were gone John managed to get mushed…. peas, maybe? On his forehead. Dave was just sort of staring at his food. You frown, Dave had been down ever since Jake left on call. You hated that he was almost constantly gone now. The boys needed him more then those other forensic labs did. You sigh as you wipe off whatever was on John’s forehead and try to convince Dave to eat.

“Listen kiddo, you gotta eat,” you tell him, he didn’t respond. “Dave,” he almost looked up at the sound of his name,” Dave. You literally have to eat. You’ll get sick if you don’t.” He looks up at you then, but his face showed no emotion. Him pokerfacing wasn’t strange, but this was different. You knew it was something but a pokerface defiantly wasn’t it. You run a hand through your hand in frustration. It was times like this when you really felt like you didn’t know what the fuck you were doing.

You manage to get Dave to eat about a forth of the food. It wasn’t enough but it was more than he had been wanting to eat recently. You lean against the counter and sigh as you go through the mail. Bill, bill, a gun magazine, an issue of Game Bro, and… this must be from Dave. You didn’t know anybody else who lived on such a high floor. You open the letter, glad that he recognized this as irony and bothered to return it. You smirk as you read the letter, you had found it a bit disturbing at the time, but you were basically over it.

Dave,

Nah. By the way, how do you like robo-smuppet?

But anyway, can’t bros just be looking out for eachother?

Bro

You look over at the boys as you are about to put the letter in an envelope. John was all smiles and playing with his spoon. But Dave was just sitting there. His food was still basically untouched and he was just staring off into space. Fuck it, you think to yourself as you get out your phone, opening to pesterchum. Maybe a visit from Dave would make him feel better. You honestly find yourself not giving a fuck about this whole ironic letter sending business anymore. You were concerned about Dave.

TT: I was bein’ serious. You don’t have to bring Captor if you don’t want to. But I think you should come over.

#rp #ironicallypaternal #pimpma2tercaptordaddy

Dave is busy doing absolutely fucking nothing when the pesterchum app on his phone signals him that he has a message. He fishes the device out of his pants' pocket and unlocks the screen faster than he'd like to admit, and curiously wonders who it might be. He finds out rather quickly. Dave doesn't have to read anything to know the message is from Bro; the orange text gives him away.

He reads over the message and quirks an eyebrow questioningly, despite being alone. What the hell is Bro going on about? And why the hell is Captor involved? The knight stares at his phone for a moment, confused, until he finally remembers the letter that his ectobrother sent him half a week ago.

So that's what this is about. Dave sort of wants to laugh at the thought of the whole thing, but there's something about Bro's tone that sounds urgent and in need. He wonders what it is, but decides not to ask.

TG: ok be there in a few hours or something

TG: captor too

He's well aware that he has no confirmation on Captor's end, but it doesn't really matter. He lazily pulls up a new window on pesterchum and decides that he should at least be chivalrous enough to inform the troll about their newly planned date, however.

TG: hey captor get dressed

TG: i figured were far enough in our relationship that you should come meet my family

TG: you know so they can give us their blessing and all

TG: look sharp

With that, Dave promptly sticks the phone back into his pocket and goes to get ready.

Dave: Get some apple juice.

After updating sweet bro and hella jeff, eating four slices of pizza, laying down some sick rhymes, and getting stuck in the new shitty video game he bought five times, Dave decides that he should probably get out of the apartment for a while. It's still daylight outside, and the old knight of time has been holed up inside his flat for the majority of the day with absolutely nothing productive to do. Though, honestly, he's been like that for almost the entire week.

Still, he supposes he should at least grace the world with his presence, so Dave goes to stand up and turn off his Xbox. Slipping on a red sweater and a pair of sneakers, the blond grabs his wallet and iPhone before casually leaving and locking the door behind him. He has no idea where he's going, but he figures that by the time he makes it to ground level he'll have some sort of idea. Probably.

Unfortunately, that doesn't happen.

Nonetheless, Dave simply starts walking to wherever his feet takes him. It isn't as if he'd get lost, anyway. He eventually finds himself at the local corner store down the street, for God knows what reason, but decides he might as well go inside and get some apple juice while he's there. Nothing else to do.

Christ, he needs to get a hobby or something.

#rp #karkatvanta2

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==>Bro: Be a considerate gentleman. (read passive aggressive dick.)

My Dearest Bro Davey,

Word on the street is you finally have a boyfriend. Sollux Captor apparently. I’ve met him before, he’s skinny as shit but I suppose I approve all the same. He had sharp teeth too, if I remember right. Those must be pretty damn tempting if you have some sort of biting kink or some shit. But anyway, back to the point. I figured I should officially introduce myself to Captor since he’s totally your boo now. Therefore, I cordially invite you and Sollux to dinner at the English/Strider residence.

Sincerely, Bro Strider.

You read quickly over the letter, taking your attention off of Dave, who was on your lap, for a minute. Dave tipped over the apple juice sitting on the table while you weren’t paying attention. “Fuck,” you mutter as it stains the side of the paper yellow. You move Dave to your shoulders and pick John up from clinging to your pant leg. You set the note out of the puddle to dry and go to get a towel to clean up the mess. By the time you get back, towel in your hand and a new apple juice in Dave’s, the mess has dripped from the table and onto the carpet. You sigh and set the boys down before going to clean up the carpet.

By the time everything is clean again the paper is dry. It sure is an odd color on that one side though, you think to yourself. You shrug and figure that Dave should be able to tell the difference between piss and juice. You leave the boys inside when you go to the mailbox. It doesn’t take you too long and it was cold outside. You don’t want them getting sick. When you come back in John is leaning on Dave, asleep, and Dave is drinking his juice and watching the tv intently.

You don't get Bro's letter until two days later, mid-evening, when out of almost pitiful boredom you decide to descend the ungodly amount of floors it takes you to reach the lobby of your apartment complex. You haven't checked your mail for days, maybe even weeks, so when you finally reach the ground floor you stroll over to do just that. Predictably, you end up with a large boxful of letters and magazines you automatically assume are all from fangirls, which they probably are. It's heavy, and a huge pain in the ass, but you manage to heft the thing all the way back to your apartment like a goddamn champion.

After five fan letters and halfway through an issue of Game Bro, you notice that you've also received a letter from Bro. It's short, ironic, and the content makes you wonder whether you should laugh or cry. You end up doing neither, of course.

Still, what he says intrigues you, and you click open the pesterchum app on your iPhone to respond. As if you were going to write the dude a letter back. Who even writes letters nowadays?

It takes you a moment to realize the gesture as ironic, and you end up reading the letter again before nodding in approval at your Bro's cool demeanor. Deciding to return the gesture, you grab a nearby pen and write your ectobro a letter back.

bro

are you still mad that captor and i made out on your bed at the christmas party or what

-dave

#rp #ironicallypaternal

Dave tries really, really hard to ignore the troll, but it’s a damn near impossible feat when the subject of his distress is currently flush against the skin of his freckled back and sliding a hand down the front of his chest like he hasn’t a care in the whole goddamn fucking world. Which he probably doesn’t, really, and Dave suddenly wishes he’d never taken off his shirt because he’s really at a terrible disadvantage.

The blond jolts abruptly when Captor unexpectedly begins palming the area just above his groin and Holy mother of Christ. Dave clenches his teeth like he wants to break them, and his hands grip the phone painfully tight where it still hovers above his ear because he’ll be damned if he can’t order one goddamn pizza. This is something he should be able to do in his sleep, has done in his sleep, but add one psionic alien to the equation and suddenly it’s like trying to pass fifth level calculus without the nerd in front of you to cheat off of.

In other words: pretty fucking hard.

Despite that, however, Dave somehow manages to respond back to the pizza guy on the other end of the line, though it was an incredibly uncool response. Still, at least he’d even managed to say something, and he’s about to pat himself on the back when Captor conveniently decides to attack his neck and Dave ends up moaning directly into the receptor of his iPhone.

Well, shit.

That made the Mage laugh openly and he knew the poor pizza guy could hear him but right now he just didn’t care. Lowering his palm firmly against the heated skin and making sure not to touch anything to intimate, Sollux pushed the human back just enough until their hips were pressed together tightly and started a slow rocking motion. It wasn’t anything to actually get off, just enough to tease the mortified human (and himself. ) “Come on Thrider” He made sure his voice was near the receiver and that his lips would rub against Dave’s ear “Hurry up, I’m really hungry.” Jut to be a douche, the tone of the man’s voice was extra breathy and maybe that was a bit overboard but shit if it wasn’t funny.

#rp #pimpma2tercaptordaddy #that's only because sol is so damn tall #not fair

Dave doesn't even have enough time to be embarrassed. Before he knows it, Captor is rocking into him from behind and, fuck, if that wasn't exactly what he needed but not. The pace is too slow and there's only so much friction and it feels fucking amazing but it's simply not enough. He lets out an exasperated groan, frustrated, and his eyes close as he unhesitatingly begins to move his hips to meet the troll's.

It isn't until there's an awkward cough on the other end of the line that the blond remembers that he's still in the middle of ordering a fucking pizza on the phone. He opens his eyes and has the decency to be mildly embarrassed, but that does nothing to stop his movements.

"Fuck. Right," he continues, audibly breathless and obviously aroused but by now the knight could care less. "Just--get me a pizza. Shit, I don't know. Surprise me."

Captor pulls in to talk into his ear and this time Dave actually does shiver. He doesn't have to look to be able to tell that the other is purposefully trying to speak into the phone's receiver, being the douche that he is, and the blond feels his left eye twitch subtly as he pulls away a tad to continue to talk on the phone.

"Tips for extra fucking mushrooms," he says, surprisingly calm, and then hangs up.

“All you want ith pizza? I’m hurt Thtrider.” Oh how fun it was to tease the man. Pale ears had reached a new level of red Terezi would cream herself over, heat emanating off of the sweet appendages like waves. Sollux was proud he made the other release such an embarrassing noise , and damn if he wasn’t determined to do it again. Deciding to up the ante enough to startle the Knight, Captor ran a slender hand down the man’s chest until the heel of his palm could massage at the tender spot just above a hidden groin. The man over the phone sounded a bit bewildered , but overall unsuspecting. Sollux wanted to change that. As soon as Dave started to speak again (with a breathy little warble in his voice , oh yes) , the Troll bit down on the soft junction of skin and throat. Once satisfied with the pressure he let his split tongue rove over the smarting skin in order to soothe it, sucking strongly and humming a happy little tune that was composed more of vibrations than noise.

Dave tries really, really hard to ignore the troll, but it's a damn near impossible feat when the subject of his distress is currently flush against the skin of his freckled back and sliding a hand down the front of his chest like he hasn't a care in the whole goddamn fucking world. Which he probably doesn't, really, and Dave suddenly wishes he'd never taken off his shirt because he's really at a terrible disadvantage.

The blond jolts abruptly when Captor unexpectedly begins palming the area just above his groin and Holy mother of Christ. Dave clenches his teeth like he wants to break them, and his hands grip the phone painfully tight where it still hovers above his ear because he'll be damned if he can't order one goddamn pizza. This is something he should be able to do in his sleep, has done in his sleep, but add one psionic alien to the equation and suddenly it's like trying to pass fifth level calculus without the nerd in front of you to cheat off of.

In other words: pretty fucking hard.

Despite that, however, Dave somehow manages to respond back to the pizza guy on the other end of the line, though it was an incredibly uncool response. Still, at least he'd even managed to say something, and he's about to pat himself on the back when Captor conveniently decides to attack his neck and Dave ends up moaning directly into the receptor of his iPhone.

Well, shit.

ivori

and last sketch from the stream, here’s Dave with Davesprite’s wings as tattoos

yes yes yes YES YES

GORGEOUS.

Oh my wow

“No muthroomth.” The Troll replied smoothly, slinking around until his chest connected with the others (Toned and scar littered damn that looked sexy) back. The soft skin was smooth and warm against him, and Sollux made sure to mold their bodies together as much as possible.

When Dave started talking, thin arms wrapped around the other’s waist and squeezed lightly. The vibrations of his low voice tickled at the Mage’s throat and just before he started to bitch about how ticklish it felt, an idea struck.

Turning slightly, hot wet puffs of air drifted over the sensitive skin teasingly. Sollux licked a thin stripe on the tendon running up Dave’s pale neck up to his ear, nipping lightly at the lobe and humming quietly.

Dave pays the other no mind as he listens to the repetitive rings of his smartphone, the device pressed lightly against his ear. He stays silent as he watches the troll move to wrap around him, and he doesn't dare admit how nice it feels. Captor's skin is colder than most and, despite the fact that Dave has managed to cool down some in the little time he's been standing there half-naked, the skin contact leaves goosebumps scattered across his back and he almost shivers. Almost.

"'Sup. It's Dave," the blond begins to say once the other end of the line picks up, and he re-focuses his attention back to ordering them some much needed food. He doesn't even catch the way the troll behind him shifts. "Hook me up with a large--fuck!"

He makes an embarrassingly incoherent noise and nearly drops the goddamn iPhone in his hands. The fuck is Captor doing? The knight shoots him a sideways glare, annoyed, but he doubts it's even going to work because he's suddenly back from pallid to flushed and everyone and their mother knows that the troll did that on purpose. The fucker.

The person on the other end of the line says something and Dave scrambles to regain his composure, but he really doesn't have any left. Stupid Captor took it all and ran away to doucheville with it.

"Shit. Sorry," he breathes into the phone, tries for calm and doesn't quite make it. He mentally curses to himself. "I just want a pizza."

And he really does.

Dave just shrugs in response. He honestly doesn’t know if male nipples serve any sort of useful purpose. Besides sexual stimulation, of course. They were just there, really.

But that’s a boring explanation. How much does the troll know, anyway? They’ve been here for about six years, but Dave wouldn’t be surprised if Captor simply spent the majority of his time secluded in his room, hacking or whatever the hell it was the dude does in his free time. The knight decides he might as well play around a bit, test how much the Gemini knows.

“They’re for breastfeeding,” he answers bluntly, continuing to stare blankly at the other with his shirt raised awkwardly. He’s pretty sure his prankster’s gambit raises a few notches at that. Egbert would be proud.

“I thought only the femaleth of your specieth breathtfed?” He murmured idly , trailing his hand down to touch at the soft skin of Dave’s abdomen. There was something that appeared to be a small crater right around the mans waist , almost like a big circular scar. Now sure he’s had sex with human’s before , but always from behind. Anything else was to personal. So the Troll has never really been able to observe the human anatomy that differed from his own.

Light scars, small and faded , marked occasionally at the pale skin. Small and light, raised slightly and causing the most interesting friction against the Troll’s flesh. Sollux put his hands on the other’s waist once more and mouthed just under the hem of the man’s raised shirt.

“You have interethting anatomy…that almotht turned into a lame pickup line wow I thould thut up before I thay thomething really really freaking thtupid-“

#rp #pimpma2tercaptordaddy #where doing this #where making it happen

Dave cuts him off with a curt laugh. The troll is rambling, and it's all kinds of weirdly endearing. He's somewhat glad that the Gemini caught him on his little joke, but the blond still doesn't do anything to affirm that it isn't true. Captor can find out for himself, for all he cares.

He's about to say something when his stomach rudely interrupts, grumbling loudly in the midst of the current silence. It isn't until then that Dave remembers that he's near famished, and that he and the troll were about to go out to eat when things decidedly kept them inside. Damn Captor and his stupid tactics.

"I'm hungry," the blond decides to say, as if the little fact weren't already obvious. They can't go out on their so-called 'date' now though, not like this. Dave's lips are slightly swollen and his hair looks like a goddamn crow's nest at the moment, but the only reason that he actually takes into consideration is the fact that he's fairly obviously still aroused.

There's always plan B though. Hands still preoccupied with lifting up his shirt like an old pervert flashing some random woman on the street, Dave barely thinks before he decides to pull his shirt off entirely, leaving his upper torso bare. He thoughtlessly tosses the piece of clothing aside before reaching into the front pocket of his jeans to take out his iPhone.

"I'm ordering us some pizza," he throws out lazily, and doesn't bother to wait for the other's opinion before speed-dialing his favorite pizza delivery place.

The blond deadpans. Is Captor being serious? Does he seriously not know what nipples are? Dave isn’t sure whether to pity the troll for his lack of knowledge or to applaud him for getting this far without it.

He figures that he shouldn’t be entirely too surprised though, what with the other being a troll and all. They were bound to have more anatomical differences besides the horns and grey skin, so the lack of nipples should have been almost expected. Even so, the knight can’t help but think of it as odd, and he begins to wonder what else could possibly be different. Perhaps-

He snaps out of his thoughts once Captor shifts positions, and Dave looks up to see what the other is doing. Nothing much, apparently, but after staring at the Gemini for a moment the pale boy notices that the other looks somewhat uncomfortable. Dave tilts his head a notch, questioningly, but says nothing.

A contemplative moment passes before he decides to take the opportunity to move a small distance away from the other, Captor’s hand having shifted from his waist to his throat giving him enough leeway to move. After he’s completely separated from the other, Dave looks straight at Captor, grabs the hem of his own shirt with both hands, and pulls upward.

“These are nipples,” is all he bothers to say.

The faded , thin fabric of his shirt shifted back down once the opposing force of gravity (i. e. Dave’s hand) had withdrawn. For some reason that was a bit more captivating than Strider at the moment (or maybe distracting was a better word) and Sollux was determined to keep it that way. Admittedly it hurt when Dave moved away. It had been expected but somehow it still felt like a knife just twisted in his gut (Thisiswhyheneverletspeopleseehisbody-) and fuck that was a major mood killer, hello moodswing. The thin hand reminiscent of a pianists dropped slowly from the man’s shoulder , dropping listlessly by his side. Words lodged in the Troll’s throat, a quiet hitch in his breathing the only signal of the panic he was feeling. Sollux opened his mouth to say something, anything but promptly shut it with an audible click. What “The fuck are thothe?” The Psionic asked incredulously, doubts and shame forgotten along with the air displaced with the effort it took to cross the space between them once more. The same hand from before raised up once again, hovering just above the off-colored fleshy circlets and upraised nub. Hesitantly, one slim finger pressed down to poke it before promptly jerking away “What ith that even for?”

Dave just shrugs in response. He honestly doesn't know if male nipples serve any sort of useful purpose. Besides sexual stimulation, of course. They were just there, really.

But that's a boring explanation. How much does the troll know, anyway? They've been here for about six years, but Dave wouldn't be surprised if Captor simply spent the majority of his time secluded in his room, hacking or whatever the hell it was the dude does in his free time. The knight decides he might as well play around a bit, test how much the Gemini knows.

"They're for breastfeeding," he answers bluntly, continuing to stare blankly at the other with his shirt raised awkwardly. He's pretty sure his prankster's gambit raises a few notches at that. Egbert would be proud.

“What the fuck are nippleth?” That sounded like some kind of disease. Judging from Dave’s face and vocal clues though, it seemed like those were normal. Really normal. Like Sollux was a weirdo for not having whatever the fuck nipples were. That creeping feeling of self doubt, self consciousness and apprehension rose up once more. Sollux raised a hand and placed it in the apex of his throat and shoulder, pushing away just slightly. Fuck it was obvious they had different anatomy, that much should have been obvious from the start , but just having it pointed out right then of all times was almost mortifying. It would be bet to stop now before Strider saw how mutated and disgusting his body really was, even by Troll standards.

#pfft like he was going to stop #rp #pimpma2tercaptordaddy

The blond deadpans. Is Captor being serious? Does he seriously not know what nipples are? Dave isn't sure whether to pity the troll for his lack of knowledge or to applaud him for getting this far without it.

He figures that he shouldn't be entirely too surprised though, what with the other being a troll and all. They were bound to have more anatomical differences besides the horns and grey skin, so the lack of nipples should have been almost expected. Even so, the knight can't help but think of it as odd, and he begins to wonder what else could possibly be different. Perhaps-

A contemplative moment passes before he decides to take the opportunity to move a small distance away from the other, Captor's hand having shifted from his waist to his throat giving him enough leeway to move. After he's completely separated from the other, Dave looks straight at Captor, grabs the hem of his own shirt with both hands, and pulls upward.

"These are nipples," is all he bothers to say.

“I hate you,” Dave repeats stubbornly when he inches back for air, eyebrows furrowed in annoyance at Captor’s sudden dominance and from how his eyes are tightly closed. He really should have waited a bit before responding though, because the statement comes out in ragged, breathy pants and suddenly it sounds a lot less like I hate you and a lot more like I want to fuck you.

Somewhere in his mind he supposes that that’s okay.

To hell if he’ll let Captor have his way though. Dave opens his eyes just wide enough to vaguely take note of his surroundings and he considers his options. He contemplates pushing the troll back onto the couch and pinning him, but the douche has his hands on his waist and a leg between his, firmly securing the blond in place and preventing him from moving. The height difference does nothing to help.

Eventually the knight decides to worm his hands down to the hem of Captor’s shirt and slip them inside. He figures the heat of his fingers on skin will give him some sort of advantage, and he admits to himself that he’s actually fairly curious as to what he’ll find as well. Moving his hands is awkward though, what with Captor’s arms in the way, but he manages.

Well fuck that much more sexy than it had any right to be. The ragged breath and (admittedly) the pissed off, heated sent a bolt of something hot and uncomfortable through Sollux’s gut. He couldn’t help the way his cheeks grew warm , or how his body shifted around subtly. The first stirrings of arousal were always uncomfortable. Dave’s thought process was entirely predictable. Crimson orbs were darting around lightly as if contemplating just how the Troll could be taken down, and the bottom lip was being chewed and sucked on in contemplation. It was pretty funny honestly, black lips parting to make room for a snarky comment- When those calloused fingertips first traced over the soft underbelly of his abdomen, Sollux almost gasped. Not only was the action unexpected, but it felt so surprisingly good and the Troll gave no complaints here nope none at all.

Dave keeps his eyes on Captor's face as he shifts his hands around curiously, watching for any changes in expression. The troll seems to like what he's doing, as far as the blond can tell, and he subsequently allows himself a small triumphant smirk in response. Hell fucking yes.

He continues letting his hands wander about under Captor's shirt, pleased and already contemplating his next set of actions. Despite their current situation, the knight's surprised to find that the Gemini's skin is cool to the touch, though he figures that may be because he's currently burning like the goddamn Green Sun. Either way, the blond thinks it feels nice.

At some point, the fabric overlying his hands gradually begins to ride up with his movements. Even with the troll's torso bared though, it's not with his eyes that Dave finds out a few oddities.

"Where the hell are your nipples?"

“As if you-” A nip at his lower lip. Dave pauses for a split second before continuing. “-know how red my eyes are.”

The blond is well aware that in such close proximity, Captor has no problem seeing his eyes through his shades, but with the black glass covering them there was no way the troll could be certain of the exact shade of red. He opens his mouth to spit out another snarky comment at the taller male, but then there’s a shift of the troll’s knee on him and suddenly Dave is groaning.

‘Well that was fucking unexpected’ would have probably been the knight’s first thought if his mind hadn’t just spontaneously combusted. He suddenly doesn’t know what to think, doesn’t know if he can think, and any retort he was going to make is suddenly replaced with incoherent noises that Dave doesn’t want to acknowledge.

It wasn’t even that big of a move, he notes begrudgingly, but it nonetheless causes a certain reaction down there. Dave manages to find it in him to be a little embarrassed, just a little, but more than anything he’s simply irked. He glares at the troll before he hears the other’s murmur and he pauses, glare faltering in lieu of a more a questioning stare.

The shorter male eventually rolls his eyes though, and he decides to start kissing Captor back and casually mumbles, “-such a fucking douchebag.”

That reaction was all Captor could have hoped for and more. It filled him with a sense of satisfaction (and maybe a hint of pride). A little chirp that escaped his throat signaled how said reaction pleased him , even if the words he spoke weren’t so great. “You know you like me.” The Troll let out that annoying dry-ass chuckle against their smooched lips, little bubbly feelings popping inside of his gut almost giddily. Why not enjoy this sudden passive-aggressive affection battle? What was there to loose.

"I hate you," Dave repeats stubbornly when he inches back for air, eyebrows furrowed in annoyance at Captor's sudden dominance and from how his eyes are tightly closed. He really should have waited a bit before responding though, because the statement comes out in ragged, breathy pants and suddenly it sounds a lot less like I hate you and a lot more like I want to fuck you.

Somewhere in his mind he supposes that that's okay.

To hell if he'll let Captor have his way though. Dave opens his eyes just wide enough to vaguely take note of his surroundings and he considers his options. He contemplates pushing the troll back onto the couch and pinning him, but the douche has his hands on his waist and a leg between his, firmly securing the blond in place and preventing him from moving. The height difference does nothing to help.

Eventually the knight decides to worm his hands down to the hem of Captor's shirt and slip them inside. He figures the heat of his fingers on skin will give him some sort of advantage, and he admits to himself that he's actually fairly curious as to what he'll find as well. Moving his hands is awkward though, what with Captor's arms in the way, but he manages.

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==> Find the child

parentaltherapist

TT: And how am I supposed to get in contact with your brother?

TT: He’s not exactly easy to get a hold on.

You carefully drive out of the deathtrap that your local forest has become. Once out you set up some music, appropriate music. With some class that will teach her something. That bad guys are not always good and you can’t always believe what you see. It starts in the middle of a song, one you were listening to on the way to work. You smile gently and sing along, you mezzo-soprano voice following the character’s tone easily, forgetting about the program that sent every word you say to your paradox brother. The same brother who would give you hell for the musicals he started sending to you “ironically”.

TT: I’m through accepting limits ‘cause someone says they’re so. Some things I cannot change but ‘til I try I’ll never know.

TT: Too long I’ve been afraid of losing love I guess I’ve lost. Well if that’s love it comes at much too high a cost.

TT: I’d sooner die defying gravity; kiss me goodbye I’m defying gravity, and you can’t pull me down.

TT: Oh shit.

Your brother just found out that you were into musicals. Cheesy high-school girl musicals about magic.

In other words, Wicked.