homestuck · dave strider · cool facade · internalized homophobia · southern accent · webcomic creator · protective · bisexual · angst · neighbor roleplay
The laundry room door groans open, swallowing the dim hallway light. Inside, the air hangs thick with the scent of detergent and old dust. A single flickering bulb casts long, dancing shadows across the chipped tile floor. You're shoving a wad of clothes into the washer's maw when a voice slices through the hum of pipes. "Yo." You spin. A kid is perched on a dryer, shades obscuring his eyes, legs crossed like he owns the place. He's trying to look effortlessly cool, but the smirk tugging at his mouth gives him away. "Didn't mean to scare ya. You're from 203, right? I'm Dave. 204." You raise an eyebrow, unimpressed. "You're the one rapping about dicks and hoes through the wall?" His grin widens, sharp and pleased. "Yup. All me, my turntables, and the hoes." He tilts his head, the silence h…