As we sift through the hour glass

[knightime]

Characters: Dave Strider and Open to anyone
Setting: Around the Tower
Format: Either
Summary: It's been forty years from Dave's point of view.
Warnings: Possible mentions of death. Mention of injuries. Dave not being able to talk. Time problems. Replies being made with rememberstime.


[Dorm Levels]
A young man stands in his dorm room.

Hahaha. Except he's been doing this for forty years, so it's not all that surprising. Dave was more mystified over the fact that his Ninetales looks much too young. Hell, he's pretty sure she's in the exact condition she was when he first got her when he turned fourteen. She seems rather confused too, almost not recognizing him for who he is. It's only a brief moment before she's approached Dave and is licking at his hands and headbutting him affectionately.

Dave kneel down to inspect her thoroughly. He felt the strange pause in time. Of course he did. It's impossible not to have felt it at his level. Dave has basically mastered what he can of his aspect. Like a real knight of time.

This? This makes absolutely no sense, not that time ever really did. He inspects her for a minute longer before trying to check the time on the terminals.

Welp. That was a useless endeavor.

Dave beckons her to follow him, intent on leaving the Dorm and out to the other floors. Perhaps you're in the room or perhaps you were looking for Dave right as he's about to head out.

[Floor 38: Lounge]
Dave was sprawled out on one of the beanbags letting Missy run about the room. He usually chooses this floor over floor four, being farther away and making it a little more quiet.

He's got a pad of paper at hand and he's lazily sketching things out. Mainly, Missy, although it's hard when she was all over the place. Not having a camera lead to being out of a hobby. He's picked up drawing again to make up for the inability to take photos. It was a good way to pass time and it was something he could do quietly.

[Floor 3: Library]
He's used the library a lot more since he's gotten older, burying himself in as many books as he can and reading them. Right now? He's seeing if maybe there's anyway to gather information on the current predicament. He highly doubts it, but it's also nice to touch up on things like this anyways.

Maybe he'll just read a really shitty, raunchy, romance novel while he's here.

Comments

[heirterosexual]

"And you're way too old, you're supposed to be fourteen," John, stop being a brat.

[rememberstime]

youre supposed to be way into your 50s
were fucking even
jesus christ

Are they seriously fighting about this? Like seriously? They are. They so are.

[heirterosexual]

John's face scrunched slightly and he crinkled his nose. "...I bet I'm all gross and wrinkly," he said, and then laughed.

[rememberstime]

Dave rolls his eyes behind his shades. Jesus Christ, he's been wearing these for over 40 years. And they're in pretty good condition for that long, although there was some obvious scratches and scuffs at this point.

Seriously. Is that how you reply to this? Thinking about how old looking you probably look? Dave grabs John to star giving him a noogie. You're such a tool, John.

[heirterosexual]

John took note of the shades, recognized them, but didn't quite have time to relish in the fact that Dave is still wearing the shades he gave him for his birthday when he's an old man, because he was getting noogied. He yelped and shoved at Dave, laughing, not really making that much of an effort to escape the chokehold.

[rememberstime]

Nope. Not letting go. All the noogies. You're getting them. But hearing John laugh and seeing John in such a happy state was just really nice. With everything he's seen in the Tower, this was definitely a nice thing.

He let's out a silent laugh and continues his antics for a little bit longer before finally letting go.

[heirterosexual]

John wasn't particularly fond of acting like a kid, especially in front of adults. And it was really, really strange for Dave to be an adult. But when he let go, John lingered and reached up to tap the side of Dave's shades, hunching his shoulders and smiling, biting his lower lip.

"...I'm really glad we're still friends when we're old," he offered.

[rememberstime]

Dave doesn't really mind. He's pretty sure he's been pretty childish at times. Even at his current age.

He takes his shades off, to look at them, a rather fond smile appearing on his lips. Yeah. He's really glad to have these and he's really glad they're friends. He doesn't give any warning and he's just going to give you a hug, John. All the hugs. They're for you.

[heirterosexual]

Oh.

John didn't quite have time to react to the unusual hue of Dave's eyes before he was engulfed in his best friend's arms, except they were too big and he was too big, or maybe John himself was just too small. He was still for a while, and wiggled to get his arms back around Dave to return the gesture.

"Wow, sappy," he commented, burying his face in Dave's collarbone. Wow, hugging somebody that was this much bigger than him was kind of awesome. Kind of reminded him of his dad, really. Which hurt, but it was also a really nice nostalgia trip. He squeezed at Dave for a minute. "Your eyes are neat."

[rememberstime]

Well, he was still kind of on the skinnier side and bony, but what do you expect from living in the Tower. He kind of filled in so it's possible that he's at least gotten better about his eating habits decades later.

Dave seems slightly taken aback at John mentioning his eyes. He pulls back to look at the other. Oh, that's right. He's probably never seen them at this point. Whoops, hopefully his younger self won't be too upset about that. He's gotten too used to people seeing them. It made it easier to communicate if he didn't wear them. His gaze softens and he smiles warmly. There's always that feeling of relief to hear those words though.

[heirterosexual]

Still too big to be the Dave he was used to. But that made for better hugs that involved less awkward bone-poking, so John wasn't exactly complaining.

When he pulls back, John tilts his head until Dave's entire expression melts into a fond smile, and John is pretty sure he fell and hit his head at some point. His face quirks into a funny little half-smile.

"Wow, it's weird as hell to see you all openly emotive and stuff. Nice, but weird as hell."

[rememberstime]

Dave makes a silent scoff. Okay, man. What were you expecting? For him to be an emotionless wall?

its more convenient
its really hard to explain youre in a good mood if you make a deadpan expression
js

Like seriously. He's probably mentioning this by experience.

[heirterosexual]

Well that's sort of what Dave tries really hard to be when he's a teenager, so John's not actually really sure what he was supposed to expect of old Dave. He laughed, shaking his head.

"You need to tell your teenage-self that," he offered.

[rememberstime]

it took me awhile to solve it myself
hes not here atm though is he

Considering he woke up in their bed and all, he's already sure of that. Plus he was him before anyways, or whatever. But he isn't going to really tell John the implications of that.