Suurpriiiise

[givesyouaboner]

WHO: Dirk Strider, Dave Strider, Bro Strider
TONE: cute and derpy
RATING: PG
WHEN: 27 May
WHERE: the hospital wing
WHAT: Dirk's giving Dave a surprise visit!
STATUS: ongoing


Bro didn't offer Dirk much explanation of why they were going; he'd only interrupted Dirk's gaming to tell him they were going to Hogwarts for a bit because Bro had to talk to someone. Of course, Dirk had absolutely no complaints about this. He'd been dying to see what his new school would look like for ages now, and it was exciting to actually leave the apartment for once.

And boy, was Hogwarts something! He'd never seen such a large castle in his entire life. And he would be going to school here! Shortly after arrival, he and Bro found out that Dave was in the hospital wing because of something called Quidditch. Despite his confusion about what that even was, Dirk didn't question it because he figured Bro was definitely in a hurry, and even more than that, he wanted to see Dave as soon as possible.

For the entire time he was walking with Bro to the hospital wing, Dirk held onto his arm as he looked around at everything. He was so overwhelmed. He was in castle. The people in the paintings moved. One of them even spoke to him! And most importantly, he was finally getting to see Dave after what was literally forever.

The moment they arrived to the hospital wing, Dirk let go of Bro and broke out into a sprint. He wanted to tackle Dave and give him the biggest hug ever, even if it wasn't cool of him. But right when he reached the edge of Dave's bed, he remembered that Dave was hurt so he settled for bouncing at Dave's bedside, unable to contain his excitement. "Hi Dave!"

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[clockspinner]

Dave had shut his journal and all but tossed it onto the table next to his bed, doing his best not to disturb Dirk, who was curled up asleep with his arm slung across Dave's waist. But oh, he was so mad he could just about punch Bro. It had rankled from the moment he realized Bro wasn't going to pop in and say hi, but finding out that Bro hadn't even come on official business? It would have been one thing if Dumbledore had called Bro back or something, but Bro came all the way back to Scotland to pick a fight, and he wouldn't even tell Dave?

And who was Bro kidding, Dave knew if he'd come back pissed that meant someone was either dead or bleeding. Bro had come back to kick someone's ass, and if he was pissed enough to drag Dirk all the way to Scotland, then he was sure as fuck gonna succeed. Or maybe that was Dave having too much faith in Bro.

It just...hurt, to think that that fight had been more important than him.

He looked up when he heard the huge doors to the hospital wing creak open. What he was definitely not expecting was for Bro to appear with half of his face completely blanched out to almost an unearthly white in unnatural splotches. Dave's anger faded, and he snorted.

"No wonder you didn't wanna show your face, Jacko, is that the first symptoms of flesh-eating bacteria or are you just happy to see me?" He kept his voice down because Dirk was asleep.

[plushaeusrumpified]

Bro opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out. Well he hadn't been expecting that reaction at all. What the fuck? Was this shit not working or something? It was makeup, how could it not work? Seriously. Girls used this shit all the time, didn't they? Of course it had to work. Ugh.

"What are you talking about?" he asked. His tone was actually slightly genuine, because he still hadn't actually seen his face and he was still under the impression that makeup. was. magical.

[clockspinner]

Was Bro shitting him right now? Dave raised an eyebrow and silently gestured to the side of his face mirroring Bro's pasty splotches. "You got a little something on your face. All over your face. Who'd you piss off, the Avon lady?"

Because yes, Bro, even your 14-year-old son knows how to makeup better than you do, apparently. This is what you get for making puppet porn and not touching a real woman since 1997.