Dave Strider X Reader (A Game of Pretend)

Cleaning Wounds (P. 2)

"You can't drive yet, can you?" I heard that
Same

Damn

Voice.

"How do you manage to come to my rescue at
The perfect times?"

"Because I am Dirk Strider." I heard him walk. I turned and he stopped right in front of me. I looked up.

I change my mind I am not a strider-whisperer.
"No, to answer your question. I was going to walk home."

He shook his head.
"Unacceptable." He grabbed my shoulder and turned me, guiding me out. "I will take you home."

"As.. Coincidental it is that we are leaving at the same time... You don't have to."
"-but I want to." He smirked.
"Also Dave is there. I could just take him while I am there. Problem solved. Two birds died with the same murdering weapon, and so on."
He guided me to his car.

"Under certain circumstances, this could be considered kidnapping."

"You're not resisting."

Sigh.

"You make a good point."
I got in the car with him. It was kind of nice sitting here again. Bitch shut up.

"What the fuck do you mean you where going to walk home? You live 9 miles from here."

"I know my way."

"Well aren't you a big girl."
He backed out and drove away.

I sighed and lifted my hand to run it through my hair when the jolly orange giant grabbed my arm, without looking away.

"Don't start."

--
Third Point Of View.
For you
Like this is your point of view
But written in third person
Like always
Fuck
You know what I mean.
Get on with this story
God dammit.

"Dave, no, alcohol doesn't freeze."
"W E LL. I mean. I .. That's still pretty damn cool."

You laughed. You patted Dave's forehead. He was lying on your lap. You were sitting on the couch. You pulled the shades off of his face and put them on yourself. "Now I'm co- WH A T ."

"What?"

"D A VE I CANT S EE."
"It's the price you pay for being cool."
He took them off of your face and put them back on his.
"Being cool is expensive. "

He shrugged.

"Alright but I demand alcohol that tastes like apple juice."

"That exists. "

"Wha t."

"Apple Crown, Dave."

"Why do you have all the knowledge on drinking."

"I have a sister."

He laughed. "Oh yeah."

And speaking of the little ho, she came through the door, with the older, more practical version of Dave.

A smile spread to your face. Dave sat up and moved over a bit.

"Has the wonderful couple had enough of timeout?"
Dave asked, stretching slightly.

"Shut up." Lindsay flicked his ear. She dropped her bag beside the door, next to yours.

"So is Team Dirk the winner?" You looked at
Dirk.

"There are no teams." Your sister said, grabbing a cotton ball. She had to clean out the wound every now and again.

But Dirk lowered his shades and lowkey winked at you. You winked back and whispered "team Dirk."

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At least 90% of your problems are solved.

Um sorry this was so weird XD