On his way to the roof Dave was suddenly ambushed by an eager looking robot. Who was this mother fucker? Obviously the little guy was well prepared for whatever he was made to do because music started playing and he was bouncing with the beat of it. That square waved mouth was a bit off setting when it creaked open. That shit needed to be oiled. Next it started to rap, but it sucked, poor thing. This raping robot had obviously been neglected by Dirk which made his heart drop. Would he end up like this little guy that was attempting to start a rap battle with a slightly rusty mouth and not greased jaw? Reaching out before the thing could get out a full sentence he shut the jaw. Alright this place was in desperate need of him. Had the kid been so rapt up in building this body of him that he couldn't even care for anything else, including himself? This was way ridiculous. Grabbing the little rapbot he hoisted it up over his shoulder, man he was enjoying this strength to say the least. Perhaps this brother of his was actually pretty awesome for being able to build these robots. Even a rapbot, pretty sick. Finding the work room he'd woken up in he set down the little bugger and grabbed a can of oil. Handing it to him Squarewave took it hesitantly before drinking it. Dave gave a silent nod of approval before patting him on the head. Now back to the roof. Pausing before he left the room he grabbed a katana. Oh yeah, sword fighting. He wondered if he was still any good. Perhaps Dirk would battle him at some point and duel it out. That'd be fun. Sadly that'd have to be put off until the younger Strider was well again. Grabbing a sheath as well he hooked it around his waste. This robot body deal actually made really fluid movements. Once he finally got to the roof he looked about in utter shock. Dirk hadn't been lying when he said this place was literally in the middle of an ocean. How had he even survived out here? Just holy fuck. It made him wonder what had happened since his absence. Looking up and around he slowly removed his shades. His eyes were much like a humans but with even better vision. They looked completely normal with their red iris, pupil, as well as the white sclera. That little bro of his had to have taken forever to get all of this to perfection. Dave stood there taking in everything while he also examined this lovely body. Nothing had been left out.


Notes: Hey hey, another chapter of just Dave. Probably one more and such then we'll get back to Dirk.