week 06; thursday night, w/ dave.

[muties]

thursday night, roxy's room

[ it's another strilonde sleepover, this time with actual sleeping. because it's like. 2am. or whatever.

admittedly nightmares featuring one's lack of self-worth and loneliness with extra alcohol don't really help facilitate actual sleeping, but she's not going to stab a b over it. she is the allegorical cockroach, it's her. the allegorical cockroach is just sleeping not-peacefully, up on the top bunk with dave on the bunk below.

dave is an allegorical question mark, though roxy has her Suspicions. but she hasn't asked, since until recently she hasn't felt it was really her business. sure she's his genetic mom and all but if he doesn't want to discuss his not-that-subtle issues who is she to pry? some random girl, that's who.

but when dave's allegorical question mark nightmare issues cause her to be woken up at ass o'clock and tumble out of her bunk expecting Death, then it's definitely her business DAVE WHAT THE FUCK ]

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[ haha yeah this week has been. a thing. dave has been getting increasingly less rest and increasingly more aggravated and tense and high-strung, all while trying to keep his strider facade firmly in place.

that's hard to do when you're sharing a room with someone and wake up with a strangled cry, though.

it takes him a few minutes to recover, a hand pressed to his eyes (shades are off, he was sleeping). ]

Fuck. [ it's a whisper, barely ]