A/N: wow I just really liked doing this I guess
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PROMPT/REQUEST: Your conversation is interrupted by a bright flash and a clap of thunder.
TRIGGER WARNINGS: Past Abuse (mentioned)
BITTY TYPE(S) FEATURED: Edgey, Sansy
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David had always seemed like the brave (if a bit wordy) one to Daniel. He'd been the one to suggest the abandoned building as their home, the one who told Daniel to answer the door for him (David had been stuck in the wall at the time), the one that had run away from his home, and the one that had convinced Daniel to come with him.
He'd never really thought about David being scared, because he usually wasn't. Daniel was usually the scared one.
So when they were interrupted by lightning and thunder while debating about the merits of different comic characters, he'd expected the conversation to continue as if the thunder had never happened. Thunderstorms were nothing compared to what they'd been through, after all.
Instead, David just….froze. The edgey stood there, trembling like he had when they'd still lived with those humans and he was cornered. Daniel waved his hand in front of his skull. "uh, earth to david? dude, it's just some thunder."
David stared at him. "It isn't just 'some thunder'. What if it's a cyclone? Or a tornado? Or-" Daniel sighed and cut off his sentence. "it's just a thunderstorm, dude. nothing to be worried about."
David was not convinced. "You should be more concerned about our safety."
"dude. the building isn't going to fall down from a little thunder. calm down before you explode." Daniel pulled David closer to him. "if you're really that worried, you can hide in my room."
"You realize that, seeing as you stabbed a rift in your wall, your room is actually less safe?"
"ah, shut up, ya worrywart."
That's how they ended up hiding in his room for the rest of the thunderstorm.
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A/N: SHORT ONES SUCK.
Still not fuckin-crybaby or Toby Fox. I never will be, either. I'm Inky the Ink, not them.
