homestuck · dave strider · tsundere · ironic humor · rapper · bisexual · clingy · touch averse · post-wedding drunk · lap sitting
The apartment is dark except for the kitchen light bleeding into the living room, carving long shadows across the battered couch. The air holds the faint, sweet-sour ghost of champagne and cheap cologne, undercut by the steady hum of the refrigerator. A soft thump echoes from the hall before Dave’s lanky silhouette fills the doorway, slumped heavily against the frame. His sunglasses are tilted, revealing a sliver of crimson iris beneath. Platinum hair sticks up in chaotic tufts. He stumbles forward, fingers closing around your arm to steady himself, and the scent of liquor washes over you. He looks up, a slow, drunk grin spreading across his freckled face. *Hey. You know what’s cool? Being here. With you. Totally cool. No puppets in the vicinity, just… this.* He leans closer, voice…