Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-30744559-20190108210035/@comment-26892768-20190109015200

Painwheel stares blankly at Dave. "...what?"

"this is a serious question i mean youre only wearing a shitty hospital gown that cant be comfortable" Dave points out. "actually you know what screw it im just going to give you some clothes because im nice and also because i probably have some in my captchalogue somewhere although the giant buzzsaw may be an issue"

"You're...not afraid of me?" Painwheel asks, blinking slowly as she watches Dave rummage through something she can't quite see.

"trust me ive seen way weirder this is probably some kind of universe-crossing shenanigans or something paradox space gives zero fucks" Dave replies, not looking up. "goddamn my captchalogue is full of shit"

Painwheel blinks, slowly taking this in. He's...not afraid...

"okay in hindsight maybe switching to a different captchalogue system wasnt a completely flawless idea i mean id do it again in a heartbeat because with the old system i had to get really creative with naming shit or otherwise it wouldnt go in and occasionally the thing would just randomly expel shit because i said a word that managed to trigger the bag of dicks slot NOT THAT I CAPTCHALOGUE THAT SHIT thats just a hypothetical example although now that i think about it maybe i shouldve just used that time i accidentally stabbed a bird due to my previous shitty captchalogue system rather than immediately gunning for dicks" Good god, Dave is rambling like mad. And he's not done. "but im getting offtrack here point is even with my old captchalogue being shit at the very least it put in some sort of limit even if it was a stupid one that made things inconvenient because clearly not having any limits has made me into a hoarder im like that old guy in the movies with the long beard you know the one hes the guy whose wife left him or died or something and hes just all sad and lonely because no love or whatever and so he just gets a whole bunch of shit because clearly if he buries every possible thing that could remind him of his wife in a pile of junk thatll clearly be the solution to all his problems and that guy is either someone a plucky young protagonist must give a pep talk about memories or the guy whose an axe murderer either one works honestly"

Painwheel is just extremely confused now. "What are you even talking about?"

"no goddamn idea but hey i found something while the strider train of thought went off the rails and into a valley of complete bullshit" Dave then pulls out...a black sweater with the sign for Cancer stitched into it in gray. He seems rather surprised. "wait how did this get in actually you know what im not going to question it this is probably more comfortable than any of my clothes"

Dave tosses the sweater to Painwheel. "just dont tear it with that buzzsaw or karkat will be pissed"

"Who?" Painwheel asks.

"friend of mine he gets angry a lot pretty sure youd get along with him actually" Dave answers, adjusting his shades.

"...are...we friends?" Painwheel asks.

"i mean were in places unknown (although actually its giving me a really bad case of deja vu but never mind that) thatll probably be hostile and will force us to stick together and bond through life threatening experiences so we probably will be" Dave shrugs.

Painwheel almost feels like smiling.