sunday week 2 (cradle project private convo, fiona & dave)

[parodeity]

[ so, dave retreats to his room for a bit after all. that. he'll hang with roxy tomorrow night probably, but after an enforced sleepover and so much time in a room with so many people, he's down for some alone time.

also, he's still trying to avoid the Talk about who he wants to see shirtless. fuck his life.

so when there's a knock at the door he pauses and goes "shit" mentally before realizing it wasn't to the tune of some old cartoon theme song, which is roxy's usual go to. so it's someone else. he goes to open the hatch door whatever the fuck it is and sees... ]

Oh, hey, Fi. What's up?

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[hatslinger]

Hey, Dave. Uh, not a lot, I guess? Just dealing with the whole murder thing like usual.

[ really, trying her hardest not to be killed was fiona's life story, so all of this definitely was a little more familiar to her than others. but nothing could have prepared her for the whole body horror angel bit.

as such, she was a little worried for the small brood of teens that she'd somehow accumulated. ]

I just wanted to see how you were holding up. Today was.. a lot. Like, a lot a lot.

[parodeity]

[ it was. and dave can't lie and say it was easy, although he's pretty sure his chill mask was firmly in place for most of it. voting someone to death was...

well, that was a fucking thing, wasn't it? he guesses it's the first human life he's responsible for taking, but the imps and shit weren't worth less just because they were monsters, were they?

he shrugs his shoulder, opening the door a little further if she wants to come in. her comic is still on his wall, and there's some accumulated clutter (mostly food stuff, he's used to hoarding it still, but also a tablet and some random items) in a teen-dude sort of way, but nothing too interesting. ]

Hey, I saw my world end, you know? And some other shit. It was a lot a lot, but. I know how to deal well enough not to lose my head over it. Mom's from like four centuries post apocalypse, so she's also seen a lot of shit.

[hatslinger]

[ she walks in gingerly, regarding the comic with a raised eyebrow and a tiny smile. dave was an odd kid. but she liked that about him. looking around this room, though, just reaffirmed her worry: he was a normal boy, even if he was.. strange. she feels a little weird sitting down since this is a teen boy's bedroom and they were funny about that kind of thing typically. so she'll just stand. awkwardly. ]

I get that. But I want you to know that I'm looking out for you guys. Even I was kind of freaked out, and I've seen my fair share of insane shit too. [ she says this in a slow tone, more steady and focused than her typical direct and informal way of speaking. ] So don't be afraid to knock on my door, Dave. You or your, uh, mom.

[parodeity]

That's...really nice of you.

[ he actually seems a little unsettled by the nice since. it's not like his experience with adult guardians is a good one THANKS FOREVER BRO. he doesn't seem to mind her being in his room, though - he wouldn't have let her in if he did. ]

We'll do our best to help out, too? Like. Mom and I are not into the murder lifestyle. We're into the fucking the rules and getting out of here with everyone intact lifestyle.