hi guys, im sorry this took so long to update, i was thinking on how to continue this as i lost the entire document that had the story planned out, so im sorta doing this chapter by chapter blindly, which means you have to bear with me, i need to rethink what happens. if you do have any suggestions, feel free to tell me.

however one thing is decided, i am making this a davekat fanfiction (im sorry if you dont like the ship, but i do along with many other ships but still) gsmith16 asked for this ship.

however i also know that ObsessiveFanFictioner15 asked for karezi if i could do so, and i would like to but i dont know how i would fit it in the story and stuff. so im making it a brotp seeing as they did ask first. im sorry agian if you dont like it or i dissapointed you but its really the only way i see karezi. but the shippy stuff most likely wont be happening for a number more chapters, seeing as i need to plan and write them.

anyway sorry for the rant, and the fact i took so long to update and that this update is shit.

arahs13

Doors open

It took Dave roughly 15 minute to sprint the four blocks required to reach the apartment where the meeting would be held. Of course they could have had a top secret place. Like somewhere in the middle of the forest, which to be honest they did have but it was 'used' for other purposes. Which meant that it wasn't used as often as people may think. The meeting place itself was an apartment they rented near the edge of Derse, it served its purpose; not drawing attention.

There was nothing special about the apartment; to be honest it was rather dull and bland for Dave's taste. Plain grey wall, grey carpet, grey curtains... Basically the whole place was just greyscale, everything apart from the red bean bag he had insisted need to be there. He needed something soft to dump his ass on every once in a while, and the bean bag was indeed soft, it was so plump it could content with one of bro's plump puppet arse's.

Dave really needed to think about his life choice, because it is never the right time to ever compare a bean bad to a disturbing puppet ass.

He needs a drink, something strong, very strong to get those thought out of his head. It was one thing to be related to two people that had an obsession with puppets who's arse's are continually shoved in his face, but it was another thing to allow his mind to travel there , it a dark place to be.

However getting back to the task at hand, Dave had reached the top of the stair which meant he was just around the corner from the apartment door.

Undoubtedly Rose was inside, and most likely accompanied but bro and Dirk, Roxy might be there but if Dave was lucky, and at the current time luck wasn't on his side, he won't be the last one inside. It was always awkward to be the last one inside, everyone would look at you and at the moment Dave wasn't in the mood to be stared at, seeing as there was a lecture most likely coming his way.

By now Dave was at the door. It was old like the apartment itself but Dave liked to think that the door had some character to it. Or at least more character than the rest of the apartment that lay behind that very door.

The door was brown like most door, a dark brown because Dave may be creative in music but colour was not his thing, but it was brown scratched up and beaten from the amount of abuse it had received over the years but still usable. In the top left corner of the door barely visible was a marking. Dave didn't know what it was for but he assumed it was to ward of demons. He wasn't one for paying alot of attention to things such as his lessons so he had no clue but at times like this, perhaps he should have listened.

Unsurprisingly before he was even able to open the door it was swung open by none other than a stoic faced rose, who in all cases didn't look one bit pleased with Dave. In a situation like this all he could do was give a sheepish grin, which probably wasn't the best idea on his behalf, but hey you live and learn. Unless you're dead then no, you don't live and learn.

It was one thing to piss of a woman, another to piss of a demon and a completely different story to piss of a rose. Specifically this rose. However being Dave this was something he managed to do quite well and consistently enough which meant all of her wrath was upon him in those moments and most likely now.

Before he could even utter the most idiotic excuse that could come to his head or even an apology, rose reached for him.

He would never admit it but he filched when she clasped the hem of his shirt and pulled him inside. For someone shorter than Dave, rose was strong, which lead to another reason why you shouldn't be on her bad side. She could kick Dave's ass any day without breaking a sweat. Well it was an exaggeration but not far from the truth.

The room was quite, accept for the closing of the door, which left an echoing click as it closed. Rose even when angry never slammed anything, which was what made it scary, she always had quite anger and would rather wait for a precise moment to unleash it that do so blindly.

She walked around Dave towards a little folded table that sat near the wall, close to the door, she grabbed a chair that was already pushed out before sitting down on it and resting her hands upon the table. Dave presumed this was the position she had taken before he had even got there.

She too was silent, blindly gazing at the wall opposite her with false concentration as she, most likely, contemplated something. She was tense he could tell, she sat stiffly and her shoulders where tense, but just from this Dave could tell that she wasn't angry at him, but something else. Which were both a relief, and a concern for him

She slowly un-tensed her shoulders, sighing to herself before she looked over her shoulder at him from where he was still standing by the door. She turned back to the table, an invitation to sit if he wanted to; which he did. Once he was sitting down he realised that the apartment was quite because there was no one else there. Just them, and Gog knows how long rose had been here prior to Dave turning up. It meant that whatever the situation was it was either a closed one between him and rose, which was unlikely, or something else had happened to cause the other to be late. It wasn't a cause of concern, they could handle themselves, it was only a worry if they hadn't turned up for hours, but when looking at rose he knew that wasn't the cause of concern, but something else.

Rose chose that moment to look up at him, slowly taking in his dishevelled hair and the crook in the way his glasses rested on his face. She took in his tense posture and the way he slumped in his chair a little. She took it all in before she rested her gaze on Dave's eyes, even through the shades.

'Tired'

That was all she said, all that was needed to be said. A statement and a question at the same time. Dave just didn't know who it was aimed at. Himself or her.