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[timeturntable]

Who: timeturntable and heterochromiia
What: Sollux got into a fight. Dave has to patch the dumbass up.
When: Sometime before Eridan's post to the network.
Where: Casa del Strider, Dave's room.
Warnings: None, aside from language.

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[heterochromiia]

[ Sollux is wobbling a bit when he gets back to Casa del Strider, and though he'll say it's because he's FUCKING BLIND DUH ASSHOLE the fact is his little hatedate left him weak in the knees. And bloody in the face. God, he and Eridan clawed each other apart, that was so great.

It's not until he heads to his room and smells Dave's distress that he realizes he neglected to tell his other quadrant where he was going. The dopey grin falls off his face. ]

Dave? You okay?

[timeturntable]

[ Distress? Must be imagining things, brorail. Dave is as cool as midsummer's morn, as chill as the grave as he looks up- ]

Jesus!

[ And he's actually out of the bed in a flash as he nearly teleports over to Sollux's standing position. Holy fuck, this is the least cool thing ever. He looks Sollux once over, blood and cuts and everything and- ]

Who the fuck did this?

[ -yep, that's a fair bit of rage in there. ]

[heterochromiia]

[ Whoa, is that some cherry-red rage Sollux smells on him? No no no, that is wrong, Dave, don't be angry. Sollux reaches out, gently papping Dave - misaiming and getting it right in his mouth, but whatever, he manages to find the cheek after that. ]

Dave, it's fine. Just went to see Eridan, and you should see what I left him with.

Shhhhhhh. Don't worry. I'm okay.

[timeturntable]

[ Like fuck is it fine. It's not going to be fine until he rips that stupid motherfucker's gills off, until he teaches him a lesson on not touching his fucking moirail-

There is a hand on his face.

What the fuck is Sollux doing? He's just shoving his hand up in Dave's biznasty, getting his grubby fingers all up in his grill. This is weird. Kind of nice, at least - he's being thought of, at least, and-

Somewhere along the line, Dave realizes he's forgotten who he was supposed to be mad at. Eridan? Well, yes, but- it's Sollux's kismesis. That's different, in a fucked up sort of way. So he just reaches out, moving Sollux's hand away from his cheek and sighing. ]

Seriously, dude? Better have ripped him a fucking new one if you're wanting to match up to this. [ A brief pause - he really looks like shit. ] Need any help with anything? Wouldn't ask, but I'm pretty sure you couldn't hold up the fucking first-aid kit if you wanted to right now.