Do you have the skills to be number one

[knightime]

Characters: Dave Strider and [AU1]Vriska Serket
Setting: Whatever room Vriska is in. Idk man
Format: Either
Summary: Dave promises Vriska a certificate. He damned well made one for her. He's also dressed as a Pink Lady. Because why? Because Tower and Halloween.
Warnings: Teenagers are dumb.

Waking up in a skirt was pretty bizarre, but he's gotten over it pretty quickly. He's got better things to do than complain about how the Tower decided his legs just were to die for when he was in lady clothes, but whatever.

Today, though, he had a special delivery to make. It was a long time coming considering he had to find a star first, but he thinks she'll really appreciate his handiwork. Who wouldn't? Come on. Everyone wants a cool certificate from the cool kid extraordinaire. Vriska probably wasn't even expecting him considering he didn't tell her he was coming. Nor did he knock.

Actually, he just kind of barged into her room. "Sup. I got you something."

Comments

[aurochsgore]

Vriska nearly jumped out of her skin. She definitely hadn't been expecting visitors, which was kind of silly since she had three other hivemates. That wasn't important, what was important was Dave standing her room in a skirt. She had mostly been keeping to herself since she'd gotten here, exploring and making notes and generally going about it as she had gone about playing Sgrub. And after the whole body-swapping fiasco, she'd been even less inclined to mingle with anyone. In particular not the one she swapped with. She could still remember a lot of stuff in vivid detail.

"Um... Hi, Dave. Can I help you?"

[knightime]

Yeah. Dave had been meaning to apologize for that whole incident, but didn't know how to approach it. Obviously if he had this award, he could ease into the conversation. At the very least, it gave him a reason to approach her other than to apologize. He didn't want to really remember what he knew about her and he's pretty sure she didn't want to remember what she knows about him.

"Naw. I promised you something, remember? Kind of took my sweet ol' time for one reason or another." That he's not going to name.

[aurochsgore]

"You did? What was-s it? I'm s-sorry, I've been kind of bus-sy, s-so I'm no s-sure what you mean."

Vriska's mind scrambled to think back to what he might be talking about. All she could really remember were memories that she didn't want to think about and what she'd been doing recently. She stared over at him expectantly, if not a little unsure and hunched in on herself. Was he expecting something from her?

[knightime]

He's not sure if she's just got some strange stutter or speech impediment. He doesn't care either to be honest. But she looks kind of like he's going to bite her face off. Christ, chillax.

"Dude, don't freak out or anything. It isn't that big of a deal. Well, it should be a big deal because it's me, but that's besides the point." He just casually walks over to her and holds out the shittily made certificate. "First time we spoke, I told you I'd make you one."

[aurochsgore]

Unfortunately, she tends to be these jumpy and shy with everyone, and the stutter is definitely a thing that happens with everyone. Whether it was a speech impediment before, it's become that now for sure. She brightens when she sees the certificate and reaches out to take it.

"Oh!! I forgot all about this-s. I was-sn't s-sure if you were s-serious-s about it, but this-s is-s... really great! Thank you."

She's all smiles with a little less timidness. At least, she doesn't look like she thinks he's going to kill her for blinking wrong.

[knightime]

"I am always serious. Seriously joking." And doing stupid shit and waving it off as irony is basically his favorite pastime since forever ago. Although, he kind of does the irony stuff a lot less than before for reasons.

Oh. She's kind of cute in person. Sure, he was considering being kind of cagey with her, since she was like an alternate universe version of a certain spider bitch who killed him, but she was kind of nice in that awkward loser way. Shut up, he isn't the same and you have no proof. "You can now flaunt it to everyone."