#swagkind

You feel as uncertain of this situation as you’ve felt about the rest of them. Sure, you’ve already been graciously reunited with your older brother-father, so whats the harm in introducing you to your quasibrother, right? Right. The idea of meeting your teen parents had been so recently engraved in your mind that, honestly? You’re not really sure how to react when you see him.

DAVESPRITE: hey

        If she had to, she could pick any of her friends out of a field of however many people. It was just this draw to them and this closeness that they shared that she could never forget. Especially the one she was now staring at as she hovered above the city. Was that really him? How...long had it been now since she last saw him? Last...spoke to him. Last made a fool out of herself...

        Her feet touched ground as she approached. What was she supposed to say? There were so many things she wanted to say and so many things to talk about but something made her think maybe he’d been here a while. Something was just different. Would he even want to see her? Or talk to her? She bit her lip before speaking up.

swagkind

Curious doesn't begin to cut it. He isn't sure of he's seen the pointy shades boy before, but he's so much like Dave, its baffling. The Knight has told the exile about his brother, with his pointy shades and pointy hair and orange hat.

Logic points to this kid being someone who totally isn't Dave's bro. There is his age, the sheer number of citizens in his city, and loads of other variable to consider. It isn't as if pointy shades are exclusive to a single individual!

He reflects upon the offer made weeks ago. At the time, he declined the offer, still having gifts to deliver. The fallout involving his matesprit disappearing from the Hive was furthermore stressing to him. Equius still hasn't quite recovered from that; he barely had time to adjust to life without Nepeta again.

He sighs, mind made up. Laying face up on his mattress, the troll fiddles around for his phone. Having difficulty in a working the object, he types slower and more deliberately than the average elderly woman.

TO: Dirk Strider FROM: Equius Zahhak