Homestuck Oneshot Compilation

Dirkkat - Pizza Delivery AU

A/N: Pizza delivery au. It's Valentine's Day in-series.
More palerom than anything.
Dirk is 16, Karkat is 13.
I've been trying to write this for weeks now but screw it I'mma just post it
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The rain was pouring outside by the time Dirk made it to his last stop.

He parked his truck in front of the house and looked over at the three boxes of pizzas--he'd assumed someone had ordered them for a Valentine's party, but there were no cars in front of the tiny, one-floor house. He rechecked the address, but nope, that was the right house.

He slid the boxes into a large bag to keep them from getting wet, then stepped out of his truck.

He briskly walked to the door and knocked.

No answer.

He had to knock again before there was a faint, "HOLD THE F*** UP, I'M COMING".

The door opened, and all he saw was a kitchen and dining room until he looked down to see an albino kid by the door, about 5 feet tall. The dark circles under his eyes made him look exhausted, and one of his eyes was bruised and swollen. Dirk was reminded of another beaten-up kid with red eyes, and he couldn't help but grimace slightly.

His first thought was to ask, "Are you okay?"

The kid looked him up and down, narrowing his eyes in suspicion. "Why the pants sh*tting f*** do you want to know? And how the f*** is that any of your damn business? Do I know you?"

Dirk frowned at his volume--did the kid have to constantly raise his voice and swear at people just to get heard?

"No, but it looks like someone's left their kid alone to order food for themselves."

"Maybe they're running errands. How would you know? Again, why do you care?"

Because Bro was always leaving them on their own.
Leaving them all alone for days, with nothing but bandages to hide their bruises, all just so that he could go buy more beer.
Just to get drunk off his @$$ and beat them all over again.

"Let's just say it reminds me of a kid I once knew." Dirk said simply. "No-one should have to have lived like he did."

"Why, what happened to him?" the boy asked, folding his arms and trying to look irritable, despite the curiosity in his voice.

"He showed up to the pizza delivery man with black eyes and stolen money, and he had to order boxes and boxes of pizza for him and his lil bro so they didn't starve."

The boy's expression softened. "Oh.
...Is he okay? Not that I care," he added hastily.

"He's standing in front of you now, isn't he?"

There was a pause, then the boy admitted, "...I don't have food, either. My older brother's depressed and hasn't talked to me or gone to the store in weeks."

"Is it okay if I ask what happened?"

"His boyfriend left him. The fact that it's Valentine's Day is just f***ing him up even more."

Dirk nodded softly, then pointed to the kid's eye. "He didn't do that to you, did he?"

He shook his head. "No. That's from school." he said, his voice sounding more hoarse than before.