towerofanimus | Open Log

Characters: Dave, hopefully Ven, and anyone else who happens to wander by
Setting: Dave's dorm, room 1-14
Format: Starting action
Summary: Dave is feeling a lot of things right now, guys. He decided to chill in bed today.
Warnings: Dave swears like a sailor

[Dave is lying in bed with his hands propped behind his head, staring up at the poster's he'd hung on the ceiling, occasionally glancing at the ones he'd hung on the wall. His chest is heavy and his mind is racing.

His brother was alive. You'd think that would make him happy. But no, he felt crappier than ever, including when he'd found him dead, stabbed by Jack Noir. And he really didn't know why. It was frustrating. It was making him mad, worried, stressed, upset.

He kept an emotionless face as he let out a soft sigh, shifting his shades on his face. He didn't really want to talk to anyone right now, and he doubted anyone would really come looking for him. He was free to linger in his thoughts.

His only worries were about the leash. Then again he didn't know Ven very well. Why should Ven even care?]

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Well, it's just... [How was he supposed to word this exactly?] You're all stressed out over something it seems, or upset.

I mean I guess you don't have to talk about it if you don't want to, but...are you sure nothing happened?

... The collar must be malfunctioning or something.

Nothing happened. I'm not feeling shit.

[Lying through his teeth, aw yeah.]

....

[Rrrrr he knows he's lying, he knows it. Maybe it's because of Dave's own frustrated anger, but it was angering Ven more than it should've.]

You know they can't malfunction just like that! Otherwise those workers would've come along and fixed it already. Besides, you can't just feel nothing.

[Now he knows he's making Ven mad, there's now twice as much mad in his head than before.]

I don't feel. Who the fuck needs emotions?

People? [BT]

I know something's bothering you, and even if you don't want to tell me, it's stupid just to pretend you don't feel anything! You could at least talk to your friends about it!

We aren't friends. And I'm not pretending anything.

Emotions are for the weak, everyone knows that.

[He leans back casually, crossing one leg over the other.]

[OK the friendship freak was admittedly a bit upset by that, but still.]

I'm not saying you have to talk to me about it, but the people you do consider friends. You're more weak if you think you can do everything on your own! Then you take everything on yourself and people get worried, and when you fail it's either too late to help or no one's around to!

[Dave feels a little bit guilty, he could feel the upset on top of his upset. Okay this was making things way worse.]

We're not talking about saving all of reality or anything. I just want to chill out and not feel anything. What's wrong with that?

[Ven felt the guilt and in a way he knew he was at least getting somewhere; his mind just translated that into his own guilt for probably upsetting Dave even more. It caused him to back down a bit, but he was no less furious.]

Even if it's not reality, it's still your life! If you just pretend like you don't feel anything, you're just gonna feel worse when you have to deal with it later..

I'm not pretending anything. I feel fine. I don't need a therapist.

This is how I deal with things. It's cool.

[He gives him a thumbs up.]

[Ven has no idea what a therapist was, but if Dave said he didn't need one, he probably needed one.]

How long are you going to keep this up? I already know something's the matter and I'm not going to leave you alone until you admit it.

Even if something were wrong, why would I tell you? Not exactly comfortable with you getting all up in my business like this, dude.

[He glances the other way, back at the Snoop Dogg poster on his wall.]

You don't have to tell me what the problem is as long as you acknowledge you have one. [Plus then he could totally just tattle on one of your friends and get them to help you out.]

And if you want, I could at least try to cheer you up.

What is this, emotionless anonymous? First step to fixing a problem is admitting I have one? Bullshit.

[He turns his shades back towards Ven.]

I don't need cheering up.

Emotionless anonymous? [Cue confusion face. Sorry Dave, your sarcastic analogies seem to have no effect.] Well, that sounds fine to me. Better than denying it.

Then how come you're just moping around your room?

Forget it. [He sighs, starting to get really frustrated.]

Moping? I am chilling out in my bed, trying to take a nap. Who's moping?

[Rrrrr stupid stoic kids, geez. He can be stubborn too, y'know.] Nope.

You sure didn't seem like you were trying to take a nap. And you don't seem that tired either. [Grumble grumble.]

[Dave shifts his shades on his face a bit.]

Never seen a kid sleep with his shades on? It happens. All the time. And I'm plenty tired. Here. Watch me.

[He flops onto his bed in a reclined position, eyes closed, and goes silent.]

Actually no. [He didn't even know that many people that wore shades when it made sense to.]

....[After a moment of waiting, he sighed in frustration.] Fine. If you wanna lay around and to sulk and sleep all day, go ahead. I can leave you alone and go do something useful. [Hmph.]

Not sulking.

[He shifts into a more comfortable position.]

Bye. [Good riddance...

Nope, not feeling guilty at all. And by that he means he kind of feels bad but not enough to stop him.]

Sulking.

[And away he goes. Totally can detect that guilt, bro.]

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