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Let them Rest {Persona/Homestuck} [ENGELS]

Track One

A yawn racked through a blonde and aviators-wearing male, as he walked through the station. The huge clock told him it was 13 minutes past 6 in the morning, and he grumbled slightly. With the black Gekkoukan High uniform on, the people that were insane enough to go outside at this terribly early hour stared at him (6AM isn't really the time to go to school yet, huh).

Dave Strider(that's the kid's name. A cool kid gotta have a cool name.), Junior this year, had reluctantly given in to his 6-year older brother's requests to move out “the shitty little apartment you live in and get the Hell over here to live in the dorms so I can keep an eye on you. Also, this school's so much more fun. Lot more hot chicks.”� as his brother had so bluntly said. And thus he was here, bag-pack and suitcase around his shoulder and in his hand, walking towards the dorms he had been placed in.

He figured that maybe, just maybe, it would be more fun to be around Bro again instead of being alone like he had for 2 days(this was only because Bro had moved out on his own until he requested Dave to come live with him. Irresponsible prick.).

He arrived at the Gekkoukan dorms a small hour later, and he stood in the almost empty hall. He squinted his eyes behind his aviators, as he was rather unsure of what to do now - there was no one behind the counter and all of the people that were in the hall were strangers to him. No Bro in sight. Then again, had he expected that his bro would be up at 7AM? Of course not.

Dave pondered about going up to one of the students sitting on the dark red couch to ask where his brother's room was, but decided against it. He'd probably get another sword to his head if he stormed into the room.

But, he didn't have to worry long(not that he worried anyway), as the person in question appeared at the bottom of the stairs, with his trustworthy cap, pointy “animé shades”� and gloves. But instead of the white shirt he normally always loved to wear he instead wore the dress shirt that was included in the school's uniform, though the first 3 buttons were left undone.

Bro noticed him first thing, and casually walked up to him before a slight, very slight smile crept up to his face and he clapped the Dave on the shoulder. “Hey there little brol. Had a good trip?”� The guy said, before pulling Dave in to wrap his arm around the younger brother's neck. Dave grumbled slightly, placing a hand on the muscled arm before shrugging. “Nothing special.”� He responded with a monotone voice.

Bro snorted. “Of course not. I mean, a train trip from Texas to here. That shit's boring.”� He replied back at Dave, before using the hand wrapped around Dave's neck to pull him along to the couch. “Anyway, now that you're here brol, I want you to meet two people. They're pretty swag and one of them is in your grade.”� The elder brother said, before pulling Dave in front of him with both hands on the kid's shoulders.

“Okay, guys. Meet Dave, my little brol. Dave, meet Aradia and Karkat.”� The two turned their heads around to meet Dave's eyes, and they didn't strike him as very friendly - Aradia, however, did acknowledge him. “Hello.”� She said, a certain hollowness to her voice. Then both the students turned their heads back.

Dave allowed himself to study the two from behind their shades. Not because he cared, just because he wanted to know with who he was dealing with. Cool kids are too cool to care.

Aradia, the one who greeted him, had long and messy dark grey hair, her eyes a deep red. She wore the black uniform, but instead of trousers she wore a long grey skirt with heeled shoes underneath. Her skin was a sickly looking tone of grey, as if she was a walking corpse.

Karkat had black and remotely short hair, and bright red eyes, the same as Dave's. He wore the black uniform as well, though his jacket was zipped close.

After the short introduction, Bro had taken his sweet time showing off everything there was to show in the entire dorm, before swinging open the door to their room. “Well, little brol, this is the place you're going to stay for the rest of the school year. Except when your room-mate gets so bad that they move you out into a new room.”� The older brother said, before stepping inside the room.

Dave let his eyes wander through the room - It wasn't tidy, but not messy either. Two beds were placed on opposite walls, as was the same with the closets and the computer desks.
Bro marched right on through to the messy half of the room, dropping down on top of his bed. “We don't even have to pay for rent here. Much better than that shitty ass apartment, eh?”� He said, before grinning slightly. “Today isn't school yet, by the way. Starts tomorrow. Don' know why.”� The elder pondered.

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After exploring through the dorms and his surroundings, Dave silently walked back into the hallway. He noticed Bro talking with Karkat and Aradia on the couch, some students standing behind the counter and others playing with the game machines.

The clock had reached 10:04PM by now, and the dorm was still bustling with life. It was rather comfortable, sitting on the dark red couches, drinking warm chocolate milk as everyone around him chitchatted about how they thought the next school year would be.

Dave hadn't interfered with anybody, simply going his own way. But one of the students that Bro had introduced him to suddenly sat down next to him, and with a glance sideways Dave noted that it was Karkat. The other boy didn't seem particularly happy - as if he had been forced to sit down next to him.

“Well, what's your fucking name again dickhead?”� The guy said bluntly. The cool kid squinted behind his aviators, not really liking Karkat's behaviour so far but deciding to play it cool and answer. “It's Dave. Dave Strider. Don't wear it out.”� He replied in the same monotone voice he always used. The crimson eyed kid raised an eyebrow, before snorting. “Fucked up name you got there, fucker.”� He merely said, before sitting back against the couch pillows and facing back forward.

Dave took another reluctant sip of his still too-warm chocolate milk, his both hands covering the hot cup as he made it a point to ignore the rude guy as long as he sat next to him, and it didn't take long before Karkat departed up the stairs, but not before shouting “See you later, Stride-fucker!”�, which earned him a stare of both the Strider brothers.
Aradia had stricken Dave as the silent type, and thus he had left her alone. But it seemed both the students had taken a liking to him, as she sat down next to him too.

“Hello!”� She chirped enthusiastically, banishing Dave's earlier thought of her being the quiet, shy type. The cool kid turned his head back around to face Aradia, and lifted a thumb in a 'thumbs-up'-greeting. The rather spooky girl kindly smiled at him.

“So, how do you like it so far?”� She asked curiously, her eyes focused completely on Dave's aviators. Dave shrugged slightly. “It's okay.”� He replied, before taking another sip. Aradia followed his idea, taking her own sip of her drink while still staring intently at the cool kid's shades. It slightly weirded him out, but he forced himself to keep his poker-face on.

After a little while of talking, Dave had slightly, very very slightly warmed up to her enthusiasm. She still kind of weirded him out, though. Eventually, as the clock almost reached 11PM, the spooky girl stood up, stretched, said her goodnight's and went up the stairs.

Bro suddenly took over Aradia's place on the couch, grinning at his 6 year younger brother. “So, little brol. It's 11PM, time to shut the fuck up and go to bed.”� Dave glared at him from behind his shades, as he spun the empty cup around in his hands before placing it down on the table. “Yeah. Right.”� He merely replied, before standing up on his own and making his way to the room without waiting for his brother.

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Dave woke up with a start as an alarm clock went off. He peered at the dark ceiling above him, before turning onto his side to see where the sound was coming from.
It appeared to be Bro's phone, who was buzzing like crazy on the bedside table. Bro hadn't even moved the slightest bit, still snoring softly. Dave narrowed his red eyes, before reaching for his shades, putting them on and slowly rising up from the bed. He grabbed his pillow, before moving to Bro's bed and bringing the pillow down on the elder's head with all the strength he could muster.

Bro angrily growled loudly, before grabbing the pillow and yanking on it, which resulted in Dave toppling over the bed and making an awkward somersault on top of Bro and ended up against the wall with a soft thud. Dave quickly tried to save his dignity by rolling back so he wouldn't be upside down any more, but it ended up as a flailing mess of limbs - and Bro still wasn't awake.

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