Hey, guys! Sorry for the wait! I've been SUPER busy this week.
Disclaimer: (I forgot to do this. Whoops!) I don't own Homestuck.
You walked home, wondering how Karkat could do that. He could've messed the whole thing up! Dave could have seen them and- you didn't even want to think about it.
Once you got inside the house, you ignored the meat cakes sitting on the table for dinner and trudged up to your room. Your computer was already on, Pesterchum open. There were a few messages from Dave...
Your heart started beating a little quicker than it should be when you saw his red words on the screen.
[techturnGodhead began pestering ectoBiologist at ?:?]
TG: john
TG: tz is acting weird
TG: do you know anything
TG: john
TG: dammit
TG: answer me
TG: im trying to talk to my best bro here
TG: but hes too busy partying with alien hookers to talk to his bro ever since first grade
TG: thats cool man
You bit your lip. Terezi was acting weird? Was it after- Karkat's an idiot.
[ectoBiologist began pestering turntechGodhead at ?:?]
EB: she was acting fine at lunch today
EB: do you mean after school?
TG: yeah
TG: she was all biting her lip and shit and not acting like her
TG: shes like a lovesick puppy right now
EB: did you ask her about it?
This was bad. Karkat put the whole plan in jeopardy! Dave would catch on soon!
TG: yeah
TG: gtg
TG: bros being a bitch and pussy
TG: lil cals just staring at the computer too
EB: bye, dave!
You sigh. That was a little too close for comfort. Dave's suspicion, you mean. Dave could never be too close- and you snap a lid on the homosexual thoughts.
You look at the clock and see that the time is 5:30. It took you an hour and a half to walk home. Damn Tavros... Couldn't stay out of the puddle...
You head downstairs and indulge yourself in one of your dad's pies. They aren't as bad as his cakes. In your opinion, that is.
You are now temporarily Dave Strider. You frown at the computer screen. John knows something. It wasn't obvious, but you knew he was hiding something. You always do. Call it a talent.
You open up a new window of Pesterchum to pester one of your rapping buddies to see if he could help you.
[turntechGodhead began pestering adiosToreader at ?:?]
TG: hey tav
AT: uH, HI dAVE
TG: sup
AT: nOTHING MUCH, UH, bRO
TG: quick question
TG: just to help a bro out
TG: is john acting weird or is it just me
AT: uH, i'M NOT SURE, bUT, UH, HE WAS ACTING OUT OF CHARACTER WHEN i SAW HIM WALKING HOME.
TG: thanks bro
AT: uH, nO PROBLEM, dAVE
[turntechGodhead ceased pestering adiosToreader at ?:?]
So it wasn't just you...
You are now back to being John Egbert. You hope you don't have dreams like... last night's again. Waking up with a boner is a bad way to start the day.
That was short. Anyway, I'm working on a one-shot Trilogy, the first in it being Starbucks. It's a quick little DirkJake thing. The next one is based off of Rufio, Don't Call the Cops by Broadway Roxy. The last one will probably be RoseMary or a competition between Sollux and Eridan for Fef, but I'm leaning towards RoseMary.
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Goodbye,
Kato