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 He groaned softly, coughing a bit more. He really, really hated that she needed to help him take off his stupid fucking binder. He really didn’t want this to happen or for she to be touching him or anything, but he couldn’t really do anything about it. At least he could breath now.

 He really hated this. Haha, hello, dysphoria. Glad you’re rearing your ugly head again after so long.

 He swore softly under his breath, coughing violently for a bit longer and spitting up some more water, panting softly and squeezing his eyes shut. 

 He took a moment, and then nodded a bit, glancing up at the offered items and biting his lip. He nodded a bit, quietly accepting it and then very slowly beginning to wrestle into that, too. This sucked, everything sucked. He was ready to die. He should have just drowned instead. 

 When he was done, he got to his feet somewhat shakily, wrapping the towel around himself.

Smells like... Cotton Candy?

He was still fidgeting with the binder. Was that normal? Fuck, Meenah didn’t know, she never had to wear anything to give off the appearance she had no chest to begin with, and that really wasn’t a thing she was keen on, anyways. The idea of possibly assisting again floated up in the air around her head for a moment, but the brain train was cut short of station time as she remembered the door to the pool area and tried to remember if she had actually locked it or not. Yeah, checking that could occupy her time.

Standing up and checking the pool doors to ensure they were locked for the moment  - so nobody could stumble upon the pair currently in a rather compromising situation - Meenah walked herself back to the Strider struggling to breathe, biting her lower lip anxiously as her thin, dark fingers met his own deep skin. Keeping her eyes averted as she once again assisted, the Peixes looked away while easing the binder off Dave, rolling the intrusive clothing into the sopping folds of the Strider’s dishevelled shirt as Meenah covered her eyes and blindly nudged her sports bra and compression shirt towards Dave.

She knew very well what she was giving the other student to wear wasn’t a completely valid substitute for a binder, but a sports bra and compression shirt would still be better than just the towel once they tried to venture towards the nurse’s office, Meenah hissing between her teeth as she muttered, “Jus’ toss dis shit on beshore we start walking’ out. I’m smaller than your bass width-wise, shoal ‘long as ya got your towel as whale, ain’t nomoby gonna sea any different.” she remarked blankly, a slight twinge of apology in her voice as she turned her back to Dave so he didn’t feel like she was watching. If Meenah thought the stench of fake cotton candy was bad enough, now she had to deal with an extremely personal situation with someone who didn’t at all wish to be any form of personal with her bitter ass.

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Oh Sweet Juice, Plucked from Thine Apple Tree

“Excuse me?! Are you saying that I’m NOT charming the trousers off of you at this very instant?” he asked, giving him an incredibly concerned look. “I’m absolutely baffled, truth be told. You must just be weird or something, I dunno. But I guess I can forgive you. Just this one time, at least.”

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Round 14.3, strife!

“What, dude, come on. You can GET to know her. If you turn down her invitation, you’re gonna insult her. Is that what you fucking want? Get some goddamned manners.” he huffed. “Seriously, it’s like you’re socially crippled… turning down a wedding invitation… there’s gonna be free cake and music, man. And food! What’s not to love?”

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He sighed loudly. “Quite frankly, I’m offended. I don’t think I’ve ever been more offended than this moment, right here, in my entire life? Like. No possible situation could be worse than this. This is the literal worst-case-scenario right here.” he told him. “Also, I’m like a goddamned Revolutionary War captain. Hill-centered battles around totally my thing, I’m a goddamned winner and I have this in the bag. Along with a bunch of guns and cannonballs and shit, which I will use to kick your ass back to England. Fuck your tea you red-coat bitch.”

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“Excuse me?! Are you saying that I’m NOT charming the trousers off of you at this very instant?” he asked, giving him an incredibly concerned look. “I’m absolutely baffled, truth be told. You must just be weird or something, I dunno. But I guess I can forgive you. Just this one time, at least.”

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“What, dude, come on. You can GET to know her. If you turn down her invitation, you’re gonna insult her. Is that what you fucking want? Get some goddamned manners.” he huffed. “Seriously, it’s like you’re socially crippled... turning down a wedding invitation... there’s gonna be free cake and music, man. And food! What’s not to love?”

Round 14.3, strife!

“Wow, that sounds stupid and like something I don’t wanna do. Thank you for the suggestion, I will take it into account. It has been filed away and the nice secretary lady thanks you for your contribution to the company. Man she’s fucking great at her job. She really does deserve a paid vacation. And she can travel to like… Tahiti or something. And then she’ll meet the love of her life and get married and we can both go to the wedding.” he mumbled as he settled down.

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“I see.” he said, raising a brow. Well, he supposed they were pretty cute. He hummed softly, smiling a bit as he plucked up one of the kittens to pet gently, scratching his ears gently.

 “I don’t have any problem with cats. And I won’t tell anyone.” he assured her, sighing a little as he sat back slightly, leaning against the wall and humming softly.

 At least there was something here to entertain him... he had no idea how long he was going to be stuck here, but, well... it could be a while. It might very well be a while, unfortunately.

 Ugh... today sucked. It wasn’t fair. He was gonna go find D and Dirk later and... tell them... something. He didn’t know.

 He pet the kitten’s tummy, sighing. 

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And, they were back to the cats. Meenah was decently relaxed now that Dave was relaxed, but there was always the inquiry about the cats when she let people into their room. The cats were an accident, yeah, but they still were an object of question - especially being as pets were not permitted on campus. So the eight cats in Meenah and Roxy’s room was an anomaly. Two parents, one being Derse’s resident pet GCat, and the other being GCat’s girlfriend, and their six little pure white kittens. All animals Meenah wasn’t thrilled with, being as she had a mild cat allergy.

With three of the tiny fluff balls mewing and edging towards the boy seated across from Meenah in their usual explorative way, the Peixes picked up one of them and placed it on her shoulder to crawl around on as she thought over what might be up with Dave and his dad. Well, she could guess what it might be about, but it also wasn’t in her right to be nosy. Especially with her own family situation. And it wasn’t even the situation with her mother that was the worst, currently. With her stepfather intruding on the teen heiress’ life, she felt more invaded than anything else. She didn’t want someone like him around, and she guessed that meant she sort of related to how the Strider might feel. Maybe.

Pulling fingers through her short hair, the Peixes twisted the cap of her pop idly as she huffed, smirking and snorting to try to remove the tension in the room as a cat batted at one of her many earrings, “Whale, finny shorey. sea, the bassshoal sittin’ on the couch o’er there got it all busy wit the one on the windowsill,” Meenah started, pointing to the rough looking cloud grey cat on the window sniffing her cigarette butt, “An’ these six li’l guppies were what happened. An’ Rox won’t lemme shell ‘em, either, shoal I got all these here cats to eel wit. Why ya ask? Got issues wit cats oar chumfin? Oh, an’… Don’t go a’ shellin’ nomoby that we got cats.” She muttered, thinking more of dealing with a heartbroken roxy if all the cats were taken away.

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“Wow, that sounds stupid and like something I don’t wanna do. Thank you for the suggestion, I will take it into account. It has been filed away and the nice secretary lady thanks you for your contribution to the company. Man she’s fucking great at her job. She really does deserve a paid vacation. And she can travel to like... Tahiti or something. And then she’ll meet the love of her life and get married and we can both go to the wedding.” he mumbled as he settled down.

Round 14.3, strife!

Davian was about 110% sure Dave had good reason to be tired, thanks to the strife and the blood loss. “I would honestly recommend a nice, peaceful bath. Yes, I said bath, it’s like we’re fucking five again, whoop dee doo.” The taller Strider carefully aimed his buttocks on the opposite cushion before sitting so as not to disturb the other that much, picking up the T.V. remote and switching it to Animal Planet.

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It was an ironic statement, okay? He closed bumped the door closed with his hip as soon as they were both inside, wandering over to the couch and plopping down with a loud sigh. “Alright. Turn on the TV or something. I’m fucking tired.” he mumbled.

Round 14.3, strife!

Davian was completely ready to let that one slip by as well, because frankly Dave’s casa might as well be a safehouse with them on the run from the law since that’s how guilty this Strider STILL felt and would probably keep feeling for a very long time. He slipped inside, pretending like nothing was bugging him up until the moment where his cousin would close the door.

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That was probably a pretty fair request.

They eventually made it to his room pretty easily, and Dave opened the door, holding it open for his cousin. “Welcome to mi casa.” he told him dramatically, as if Davian hadn’t already been there dozens of times before now. Dave just enjoyed being dramatic.

Round 14.3, strife!

Oh God damn it just take Davian to jail now and let the suffering end already they were dead they were so completely screwed that a nun would faint if she saw them right now they were deader than a flipping dodo bird in it’s extinct grave-

Nah, that’s just what was running through his mind with every step they took, every move they made, someone might be watching them… 

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Keep It Cool

 The Derse Coffee place was actually a pretty cool place to hang out, and therefore, of course, only the coolest of kids hung out there. So obviously, Roxy and he had to show up on a regular basis. You know. To keep everything cool. This is just how it works, please don’t question it.

 So, on this particular day he was doing just that, hanging out at the front of the cafe and waiting for Roxy to show up so that he could pester her and drink coffee with her for several hours. Because of course, there was nothing he could possibly do that was better... what was better than chill time with Roxy, after all?

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“Excuse me?! Are you saying that I’m NOT charming the trousers off of you at this very instant?” he asked, giving him an incredibly concerned look. “I’m absolutely baffled, truth be told. You must just be weird or something, I dunno. But I guess I can forgive you. Just this one time, at least.”

Oh Sweet Juice, Plucked from Thine Apple Tree

He rolled his eyes. “Apple juice, really? I wouldn’t have guessed from the way you reacted to dropping the damn bottle.”

“It’s a unique way to meet someone, to say the least.” He threaded his fingers through his hair, a little thankful there didn’t seem to be too much more to engage the other with in terms of bickering. He gave a small scoff, “You? Charming? I’d have to see that to believe it.” This alleged charm was something he was positive couldn’t even be proved. If he’d claimed others found him aesthetically pleasing, sure he could find that understandable, but charming? No way. Not after this wonderful experience. 

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He gave a sharp little sigh of relief when she gave him permission to stick around. Thank god. 

 True, he and Meenah weren’t exactly... friends. He had kind of managed to piss her off last time they met by being an idiot, though he did get the impression that maybe she warmed up to him a little along the way? Yet again... maybe not. 

 Well, she was letting him stay. That was something, right?

 “Thanks.” he mumbled with a sigh, biting his lip and carefully setting his guitar to the side before getting to his feet, wandering over to her and her bed, all but flopping over, still trying to catch his breath, clearly spooked out of his fucking mind. 

Quietly, he accepted the faygo, unscrewing the cap and taking a long sip of it with a little sigh of relief. Well, he was safe now, at least. For now. So relax, Dave, would you...? It was okay. He sighed a little, trying to calm himself down and get his coolness meter back up where it belonged. “I know, I’m not gonna blame any shit on you...” he assured her, waving her concerns off and sighing a bit. “I just need to lay low for a while until he leaves... unless he tries to pull me out of a class or something. Fuck.” he sighed, rolling his eyes and biting his lip. “Thanks, though, for letting me crash, I owe you one.” he added in.

 “Also, when did you get cats?”

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Whelp, if reasoning was a slap, Meenah would have gotten the bitch of it. It’s not like it actually mattered if Dave hid in her room - most people knew well enough they weren’t ones for getting along, so no one would check her room anyways - besides the fact that it was kind of sudden. Still standing and smoking as cats meowed, begging to be given the teen heiress’ attention, the Peixes just shrugged. Like, really, what was she to do? Just kick Dave out? If he wasn’t bullshitting her and his dad really was on campus looking for him, he’d be fucked faster than a brothel worker in an orgy.

And it’s not like Meenah didn’t understand avoiding one’s parents, either. Hell, she had hiding from one’s parental figures down to a fucking science for whenever her mother - now pregnant with her stepdad’s kid - came out to visit her. Yeah, she didn’t give half a fuck about Feferi when she came out to visit, but that didn’t mean Meenah wanted to see her mother, either. Just how they were with each other, all fighting and insisting the other is the one in the wrong, was enough to have the Peixes cringe a bit where she stood, suddenly feeling a stupid amount of apathy for the Strider trying to keep his father out of his life. 

Taking the moment to butt out her smoke on the window sill and close the screen on the window, the Peixes walked over to the mini fridge kept in her room, procuring two bottles of Faygo after pushing her roommates booze out of the way before walking back over to the Strider and handing one of the bottles over to him. Plunking down on the expanse of floor next the Dave, Meenah popped the cap on her drink and took a sharp swig before clearing her throat and quipping, “A’ight, y’can stay here for a whale unkrill fins blow over, boat if shit hits the fin I ain’t hakin’ blame for ship-all, y’hear? Yeah, I get y’don’t wanna sea yoar dad, I’m the same wit my mom, boat that don’t mean I’mma get my bass in troububble shore doin’ nofin wrong.” She remarked, stating her points and not pressing further on why Dave was avoiding his dad. It wasn’t something she actually cared about, anyways.

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“Not the feds.” he panted out, shifting slightly to turn back to the door, re-checking the lock almost paranoidly and then almost collapsing when he was sure no one could get it, gently laying his guitar case next to him, which suddenly felt heavier than a god damned rock. “My dad.”

 He had no idea why his dad was here. He hadn’t seen him since he had run away from home when he was thirteen. Or, maybe more accurately, when he was kicked out of the house... the details were unimportant. Point was, he was absolutely on the lamb at this particular moment, and if his father found him, he was gonna die probably.

 “PLEASE let me hide here. Just for a little while, I swear!” he begged, throwing her a pleading look, his eyes wide.

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It wasn’t uncommon to find Meenah didn’t waste time locking her door - hey, she tutored a bunch of kids and ran multiple clubs and teams, locking the door on people who might need her seemed counter productive - but that didn’t mean that random-ass students were supposed to barge in. Just wasting time lying on the couch having a smoke, the teen heiress was taking a break trying to solve a physics equation on her whiteboard as the door opened, someone stumbling in as she raised her head from the place she was slumped on the couch.

Damned feet blocking her view due to them being raised on the armrest of the couch, the Peixes sat herself up a bit on one elbow as she took a lazy drag from her dart, tired eyes screwing tight in an attempt to understand this sudden interruption as she looked over at the Strider panting at her door. How did he- Oh, right. She didn’t lock the door. Guess that was sort of her fault at this point then, being as insisting on keeping the door unlocked was her idea, but that didn’t mean the sudden intrusion was appreciated. If Dave needed something, sure - he looked pretty damned frazzled, so maybe he actually did need something from the teen heiress - she wouldn’t complain about the interruption, but in the awkward silence of the room as Meenah blew a smoke ring out, there was still no further explanation.

Swinging her feet to the floor after a shit-long time just staring at the Strider, the Peixes brushed the infantile feline residents of her dorm room off of her lap  as she pushed her glasses up higher on the bridge of her nose, scrunching up her features in a look of confusion before huffing, “Uh… Can I kelp you? Y’fuckin’ hook pike yoar running’ from the feds, Strider. All wild an’ shit.” She stated laxly, nose still scrunched as she stood herself up and tried to brush cat hair off of her pants, “Whale, either wave, y’jus’ busted into m’room an’ I’mma need an explanation if ya gonna keep takin’ up my floor dace.”

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“I eat diamonds for breakfast.” he told him, sticking his tongue out. “And also apple juice.” he added.

 “I’m Dave.” he introduced, smiling a little. So he did have a name! Good to know. “So nice to meet you, considering what a beautiful relationship we already have, and damn, talk about a gorgeous first impression. I’m so happy for both of us.” he sighed, grinning a little. “And not ALL my conversations go like this...! Some people find me charming.” he told him with a smirk.

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“Wow, ’who-ever-the-fuck-you are’, incredible insult. I’m stunned. How can any word that comes out from my mouth compare to that fucking diamond?” He’d said with a huff. “Shockingly enough, however, I do have a name it’s Karkat. I’d love to know who I’ve had the displeasure of wasting my time with.” He simply rolled his eyes at the rest. There was no way in fucking hell he’d be touching upon that.

“Suit yourself.” He remarked. “But I assure you, if this is how most conversations with you go it’s amazing anyone is capable of holding one with you.”

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He had thought he had seen the last of this guy a long, long time ago. Or, he had hoped so, at least. God he had hoped so, he was so much happier here. He didn’t even have any idea how this guy had even FOUND him. He was hundreds and hundreds and hundreds of miles from where he had used to live as a kid! Why the hell was he all the way out in Maine?! What the fuck...?!

 He wasn’t even sure why he would still be interested in finding him. And yet there he was, walking around on campus with a keen eye out. And Dave had immediately flipped his shit. He freaked out, feeling like he had gotten punched in the gut. He had nearly dropped his guitar case and basically just sprinted in the opposite direction.

 He had heard some yelling, but he didn’t stop to find out why they were yelling, who was yelling, or what was being said. He just needed to get out of there. Technically, Bro was his legal guardian now, so he should be okay, but... what if he wasn’t? And even then, he didn’t want to talk to this guy, he didn’t even wanna see him!

 He sprinted inside of the dorm buildings, running up stairs, desperate to find somewhere to hide. After a moment of panic, he grabbed the first door he could find-- locked. Next door-- locked, locked, locked! He basically fell into the first door that opened, leaping inside and slamming it behind him, throwing the lock with a click as he leaned against the wood, panting.

 And then slowly glanced up to see who’s room he was in.

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Fuckkk, getting this shit off was hard enough when it was just the end of the day. It was about a million times harder to wrestle out of it when he felt like he couldnt breath and he was soaking wet and he was trying not to flash his tits at this random chick.

 It wasn’t something he really kept a secret, but he sure as fuck didn’t spread it around, either, because no thank you. No one needed to know about what junk he was toting, it wasn’t any of anyone’s business except his own, after all, thank you very much.

 He continued to cough and splutter softly as he wriggled around slightly, taking deep, wheezing breaths. Ow, it hurt to breath, shit. 

 He jumped a little at the hand, gritting his teeth slightly and leaning back a little. He flushed furiously when he was stripped of his shirt, but he had neither to energy or the reason to protest. He just nodded a bit, wheezing a little and sighing internally. 

 “Fine.” he bit out. Yeah, okay, nurse would probably be a good idea. For now, maybe trying to get this binder off would also be a good idea. 

Smells like... Cotton Candy?

Glancing back shortly as Dave started to wrestle with the binder, the teen heiress figured she’d give him some time to try to get it off himself before offering assistance. She wasn’t at all used to this  - well, she knew that there were kids like him in the school, she just never paid enough heed to peoples’ appearances to differentiate those students from others. lt never occurred to her that she’d even need to separate those students from others, let alone give them special care. The teen heiress knew first aid and has an emergency response certification as well as lifeguard training, but no textbook or test had anything about helping anyone who wore a binder or packed or anything of that sort.

She really hadn’t expected that from Dave. It’s not that she really cared, but Meenah just wasn’t sure how to proceed in making sure the Strider wasn’t hurt without making things weird or uncomfortable. If this were a regular situation, she would have just checked to see if his lungs were filled with the sticky liquid now swirling glitter in the pool, but now she had to consider the fact that a binder might be the main reason why he was having issues. Yes, there still could be fluid in his lungs, but she wasn’t about to check if it was going to make the Strider upset. She’d just take him up to the nurse’s office so she could handle it.

Letting Dave struggle with the binder for a bit before sighing and turning, the Peixes crouched down and placed one hand on Dave’s lower back to help support him, her other hand moving to take the sopping shirt off of his frame and toss it to the side, Meenah wrapping her extra towel around Dave’s shoulders before walking back to her old duffel bag, talking absently as she rifled through it, “Shoal… Shorey. I jus’… I didn’t know. An’ I can’t get yoar lungs wit yoar binder on, boat I ain’t gonna check if that’ll upset ya. It ain’t a big eel, it reely ain’t, boat I jus’ can’t leave ya pike that if yoar lungs have chum of that glitter an’ water shit in ‘em. It’ll cause reel bad probubblems later.” She stated, grabbing her extra shirt - a black compression shirt for athletics - and her sports bra, walking back over to Dave and handing the articles over with a red face, “If I’m hakin’ you to the nurse, y’still gotta hake off the binder. I know dis all ain’t a super substitute, boat it’s betta than nofin. I’ll let you choose if ya want me to check oar jus’ go to the nurse’s office.” The Peixes finished, rubbing her forearm absently and glancing away from the Strider. Getting the pool cleaned would have to wait.

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He only shit-talked birds in this case because he had been betting Davian would let him get away with it for once. And he did-- score! 

 “Will do.” he hummed in confirmation, beginning to shuffle his way to the doors to the stairs, making his way back downstairs, trying not to make the injury obvious by the way he walked.

Round 14.3, strife!

It seems like he should back out of this if he wanted to stay in one piece, although the morbid thought of “payback” did creep into his mind, all for the purpose of letting potential bad blood spill over. No, no, Striders weren’t like that.. were they? “Lead the way then.” He even ignored the statement about birds being a-holes, that’s how serious this was to Davian.