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

3. the flip side

Dave never took that goddamn toothbrush out of his mouth. Ever.

He would watch the television with it in his mouth, while using his phone, before he went to bed, and you were pretty sure he kept it in his mouth while he showered, too. You'd dare to say he probably had teeth so clean, ten out of ten dentists would recommend his regimen, as opposed to the usual nine out of ten.

You're currently sitting next to him on the couch, your laptop pulled up on your lap while the second Fast and Furious movie played on the television. The explosions were nearly frequent, but not as constant as the Rock's gruff voice saying something undoubtedly super cool and epic. You weren't really paying attention, since you were focused more on the laptop screen in front of you.

Dave sat next to you, eyes glued to the television and curled up under the throw blanket. The toothbrush buzzed distinctly in his mouth, and you didn't have to be an expert to know he was probably destroying his gums with the constant brushing.

"Dude. Your gums are so going to be fried after this."

Dave took the toothbrush out of his mouth, and you can hear the distinct tune he programmed into it buzzing into the air. "That's really funny, because I so don't remember asking." He popped it back in his mouth, and you rolled your eyes.

Dave had been here for almost half a week now, and you realized he was a lot more of a chatterbox than you initially thought. Even though it was great he liked to converse, nearly all of the things he said would drive you up the goddamn wall. He was a sassy little shit, and had the perfect response to nearly any situation. It was hilarious, but sometimes you just wanted to reach over and pinch his lips shut and go SHHHHHHHH.

Of course, you never did. You were getting more used to his snark and charming face, but you still remained a bit jittery. You blamed it mostly on the fact that you were excited to finally have a housemate, since you've been daydreaming about it since the day you moved in. Besides, he was chill, talkative, and clean. What more could you ask for?

Just as you thought this, he tossed a used tissue covered in Dorito™ powder onto the table and missed. It collected with the other ten or so crusty tissues that littered the floor, and you grimaced.

Okay, fine. He was kind of a slob.

"You're turning this place into a dump, asshole."

Dave grunted and picked up the tissues with his toes while watching The Rock blast through what had to be the fifth shitty plaster wall today. "Sorry. I'll clean it after this part."

You sighed and turned back to your laptop screen, scanning the list of local public schools in the area. Dave had messaged his brother after he got his phone fired up again, but there hadn't been a response since then. You were worried for him, but he assured you that Bro was pretty shitty with answering pesterchum even before he had left. Unfortunately Bro hadn't told Dave of his whereabouts before he left, so this was basically a guessing game.

The only choice you had was scouring the internet for hints, or waiting it out. All Dave had was his phone, so all of the big-boy googling was up to you. Luckily for you, Dave didn't seem too caught up in finding Bro at the moment, which made you wonder if he was secretly sad when you weren't in the same room as him.

You had caught him staring absently at his phone a few times before, waiting for a message. You hadn't bothered to ask him why. You had the sneaking suspicion that he wouldn't tell you the entire truth.

"You said Bro had blonde hair and a 'shitty white shirt?'" You asked with a raised eyebrow. You wondered if Dave had bullied Bro a bit too much and, in a fit of rebellious teenage mirth, Bro had packed it up and left.