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Characters: Dave Strider (neverhero), Sollux Captor (cogniitiion)
Location: The rowan tree copse
Time: Late evening
Brief Summary:
Rating: pg-13 for now? these kids swear a lot on their own.
[ More often than not, it was stubbornness that got Sollux in trouble more than even his temper. Different sorts of trouble than the standard brand, no less. A sort that he isn't completely familiar with, one that he doesn't quite know how to deal with just yet. The awkward, fuck-what-am-i-doing sort.
Of course it has to be with Strider.
So Sollux waits, back against a tree in the depths of the rowan copse, arms folded over his chest and his eyes on the surrounding forest. It's dark, black as pitch, but he can still see to some extent or another; one of many perks to a nocturnal lifestyle, even without the faint, flickering lights behind bi-coloured shades.
With luck, Strider would be a no-show.
He really hoped he would be a no-show. ]
Location: The rowan tree copse
Time: Late evening
Brief Summary:
Rating: pg-13 for now? these kids swear a lot on their own.
[ More often than not, it was stubbornness that got Sollux in trouble more than even his temper. Different sorts of trouble than the standard brand, no less. A sort that he isn't completely familiar with, one that he doesn't quite know how to deal with just yet. The awkward, fuck-what-am-i-doing sort.
Of course it has to be with Strider.
So Sollux waits, back against a tree in the depths of the rowan copse, arms folded over his chest and his eyes on the surrounding forest. It's dark, black as pitch, but he can still see to some extent or another; one of many perks to a nocturnal lifestyle, even without the faint, flickering lights behind bi-coloured shades.
With luck, Strider would be a no-show.
He really hoped he would be a no-show. ]