[Homestuck] Dave X Reader X Dirk: Stride of Luck

2. crossing of paths

You woke up the next morning to the sound of birds singing their glorious song outside your window. The rays of sunlight filter through the trees and gently kiss your face. The morning is serene and sIKE.

Mornings are never beautiful as long as you're involved.

You never wake up on time without some kind of blaring alarm, which slipped your mind yesterday because you were eyeing up the Dave boy on your couch. But it was fine, since the crows outside your apartment never let you sleep past ten with their incessant cawing.
You sit up from your burrito blanket on the floor, your back cracking like fireworks on the fourth of July without the pretty explosions.

A crow throws itself against your window like they do every morning, and you decide that today is not the fucking day. You lay down and close your eyes again.
Just thirty more minutes of sleep wouldn't hurt anyone. It was still early, and it was Saturday. You deserved this.

'THUMP'

...

'THUMP'

"hell yeah."

What the fuck.

Your eyes snap open and you immediately throw the blankets off, springing to your feet.

Dave is awake, and you suddenly become extremely concerned with the fact that you didn't brush your teeth before knocking out yesterday.

He didn't look so innocuous now that he was conscious. His head is cocked slightly at the window, bemused with the birds throwing themselves at the pane of glass. A perfect smirk plays at his lips, and it somehow makes him look even hotter than before.
You guessed that the cool bad boy look would suit him well in high school, but now it just made him a square unit of douche.
That's what you tell yourself, so you hate yourself for continuing to gawk.

His blonde hair was askew with sleep, and matted with traces of dried sweat. The clothes he wore were wrinkled, and he's rolled up his sleeves a bit to air out. An arm is thrown up on the couch and he's leaning heavily on the other, you can see his forearm muscles straining against the taut fabric, and oh god, oh shit when did your jaw drop like that

"H-hi." You croak out. "Are you, uh, feeling better? You had a pretty shitty fever yesterday."

Dave coughs a bit, deep and raspy, but gives you a thumbs up regardless. "I'm peachy."

You notice he's holding his phone in one of his hands. You're not sure how you managed to miss it yesterday, but it's the same kind of phone you have.

You get up and you think you catch his gaze following you.

"Hey, I noticed your phone was dead yesterday. I can give you a charger if you want?"

"That'd be cool." He tries to turn on his phone a few more times, to no avail. "Not sure if she's busted or outta juice, though."
You head towards your room. "Whatever it is, it's worth a shot. Let's hope it's not broken, or you're going to have one more problem to add to your plate."

You hear Dave grunt and stretch as you step into your room. You scramble over your bed and grab the charger from its outlet, before a grating screech assaults your sleep sensitive eardrums.

"God fucking damn it, really? Now?"

You look over to the window and see that the crows have brought you a new assortment of half-eaten bagels, aluminum foil wrappers, and some kind of weird envelope.

You open the window and the crow squawks indignantly, as if to curse at you for taking so long. These little weirdoes were getting out of hand, and so are you. Since when did birds actively communicate?