Dave quickly jumped to get the door for his aunt. He wasn't sure exactly how Bro and Aunt Roxy were related but he just knew they were and that made them family. These were the few people that understood Dave better than anyone and cared enough to take it into account. Sure they didn't always pay attention to him and blathered away, but he was used to it. It could be annoying or he could just slip out without a noise.
As soon as the door opened a pair of arms came swooping around his neck and a large fat kiss was planted on his cheek. "Well helo lil' Davey," cooed the completely drunken lady. Dave kept his stoic expression, with the shades he could just keep up his act and everything would be fine. Sometimes people though he was blind and deaf as well. No fun, but it was cool for pranks. "Gotcher bags all t'gether bud?" Lalonde asked as she stood to talk another drink from her glass.
How the hell had she managed to bring that without spilling a single drop? Sometimes he was amazed by what dumbass shenanigans his Bro and Aunt did. With a swift nod and turn of his heels he fetched his bags from his room. He wasn't sure if he was happy to be leaving this lonely apartment or not, it was home after all. When Dave was younger he'd get so lonely he'd set off traps on purpose just so Bro would come home for a quick strife.
With a tiny smile to his aunt to say he was ready to get going. With a pat on the head Roxy turned and waved for Dave to come with. The trip down those flights of stairs was like any other day, long and sweaty. The halls did not have air conditioning at all and he was lugging a bag with him. Bro would just flash step down them like it was no big deal but Dave wasn't too well versed in flash stepping. Well, at least not just yet. There would come a day he'd learn, or he'd make his brother teach him.
At last they reached the car, a fancy pink Corolla. The Lalondes were quite rich and his aunt did have a thing for pink, Rose for purple. Dave tossed his luggage in the back and climbed into the front seat. Funny thing about the shotgun position, he always lost it when they were playing the game. The pure thought of reminding himself about his little problem caused Dave to curl his hand into a tight fist. Realizing what he was doing, he lightly chewed at his lip and let the tightness melt away.
The ride was far from quiet, not that he'd ever expected it to be. As soon as they were on the road Aunt Roxy turned on the radio and cranked it. Screeching, mind you it was not singing, ensued to the horrible pop music. How this was music was a wonder and how anyone could even survive her screeching was another miracle. Yet every time he managed, at least Rose could sympathize. He knew that the reason he didn't like it was all due to the fact his aunt screamed it every single second of the tragically long trip, every single trip.
The only thing Dave had to distract him was the scenery and his shades, rather than playing with the bottom of his shirt like a fool. Watching the cityscape slowly turn to the countryside was not exactly the most captivating thing, especially when he had seen it a million times before. This meant, he'd have to suffer through with the screeching until they arrived at the Lalonde Mansion.
To his dismay the time passed slower than seemed possible, but Dave wasn't one to complain. Rose was sitting on the steps to greet them, nose stuck in a book about wizards. It would be nice to see her again, usually was. With no more than a glance from her book she waved and stood to open the door. Dave hauled his luggage inside the spacious manner. "Take whichever room you want, as usual," murmured Rose from her book.
With no more than a nod Dave was on the quest to find a room to occupy. On his way down the hall he noted Rose had said more than usual while stuck in her bookworm mode. There was hardly anything that could get her out of a book once she was a few pages in. As soon as she was there the most you could do was sit by and wait.
Finding the room he so often chose he threw his bag onto the bed. Yes, it would be nice to at least be around people. Dave slid to the floor next to his bed. Yeah, it was nice… slowly he curled his knees to his chest with a soft sigh.