time is on my side

“You’ll get a handle on things. I know you will.”

“Things are quiet, for the most part. Days pass by without incident and everyone’s doing pretty well, so I can’t really complain.” 

While Jake awaits the other’s return, he spends his time trying to not topple over and eat shit on his own hardwood floors. This is surprisingly hard to do, even with a nice, sturdy wall directly beside him, ripe for leaning on. Which he does, and it just so happens to be the only thing keeping him from making a very good acquaintanceship with said floor.

When Davian returns, he clings to the guy, leaning in nice and close. The wall was helpful for a time, but a troll is way better to keep his balance against. One hand points a finger up some stairs, then makes a gesture along his left side. “Up th’stairs ‘n’ then down th’hallway. I think.” He really shouldn’t be as unsure as he is. Directions weren’t even asked for yet here he is, giving them anyway.

The trip shouldn’t be too challenging. At least, for the guy not hauling a drunk man around, it isn’t. Once in the bedroom, he takes a seat on the bed, reaching out to take the glass of water. He spectacularly misses it not once, but twice. Third time’s the charm. He promptly raises it to his lips to drink. Jesus, he was thirsty. How did he not know he was that thirsty?

After a few sips, he places it down on the bedside table, both hands coming to his stomach. Is he feeling nauseous? A bit. “Are y’gonna dump me in th’bed then hightail it outta ‘ere?” Does he want the guy to stay? Is there even a point to the guy staying after he’s in the bed? This was his own doing, after all. Seems fitting he’d have to deal with it all on his own.

Davian isn't especially large. Maybe Jake's height if he is lucky, and his build appears lighter, but being a troll, he is inherently stronger than the average human and more densely packed, so being leaned on while towing the guy upstairs is hardly a hindrance. It is a bit weird to have this kind of random physical contact with a near stranger who isn't straight up trying to murder him. But a good kind of weird.

His estimation of the guy fails to go up when he misses the drink twice before finally succeeding. It also fails to go down much, because at least he manages to get it inside himself without making a huge mess. Thank heavens for small favours.

Green hues scan the area around them, wide and surprised. This… is his home? They’re in his home? “Oh.” If he weren’t so drunk he can barely stand, he’d feel pretty dang stupid right now. Well, he nonetheless feels that way anyway, but at least he has an excuse, which does little in the way of helping the visible cringe he gives, a hand coming up to engage in the weakest face-palm ever conceived.

Well, where to first? Out of everything he could do right now, one thing sounded especially nice. A finger points to a staircase at the end of a hallway. “Up there. Bedroom. Stat.” The hand then falls as he leans against the other. Truly, he just feels really dang exhausted right now. Lying down should help his head, he thinks. 

But then another thought crosses his mind, making him point to a cupboard in the kitchen nearby. “No, no – wait a darn… Hold your horses. I’m thirsty. And I don’t want any alcohol.” There’s a sink below where the cups are held, so some water should be easy enough to get. Yes, he did just change his mind. Yes, he sort of wants both at the same time. No, he’s not thinking clear enough to really be all that bothered by this fact. “Please and… thanks.”

Davian has seen some shit in his time, regarding people who are, to put it mildly, shitfaced. The Lalond line seemed to have a penchant for it, and messes were made. Jake here could give them a run for their money with how bad off he is. This is like that meme of the guy in a cab going to parts unknown because he didn't realize he had been drinking at home. It would be pretty funny if it wasn't so sad.

"Aight. Those metaphorical hoofbeasts that are just me are holding." He pats Jake's arm, disengaging himself from the human. "You stay put then. I'll be back in a flash and then I'll tow you upstairs." It's a bit longer than a flash, maybe even a whole minute, but it isn't like navigating a kitchen to get a glass of water is difficult, regardless of his lack of familiarity with said kitchen.

GENERAL

NAME: Davian Srider / Daviansprite NICKNAME(S): ds (Daviansprite only) AGE: 9 sweeps (If you only count forward facing chronology from wriggling day.) SPECIES: Alternian troll / soul remnant of a sprite shoved into the originating troll’s body (It’s complicated)

PERSONAL

MORALITY: lawful | neutral | chaotic | good | grey | evil SINS: lust | greed | gluttony | sloth | pride | envy | wrath VIRTUES: chastity | charity | diligence | humility | kindness | patience | justice PRIMARY GOALS IN LIFE: His friends to be safe and happy and to have a reasonably peaceful existence.

PHYSICAL

BUILD: slender | scrawny | bony | fit | athletic | curvy | herculean | baby fat | pudgy | fat | obese HEIGHT: Uncertain, over 5′6″ / 168 cm but probably not hitting 6′0″ / 182 cm WEIGHT: ??? (I’m bad at defining weights) SCARS/BIRTHMARKS: So many ABILITIES/POWERS: He’s the Knight of Time. So time travel and manipulation. Also flight.

FAVORITES

FAVORITE FOOD: Anything portable FAVORITE DRINK: Apple juice FAVORITE COLOUR(S): I feel like it changes periodically, but he types in red to be edgy. FAVORITE MUSIC GENRE: Rap / Hip hop FAVORITE BOOK GENRE: You think this boy sits around reading?? (He probably does read but idk on this one) FAVORITE MOVIE GENRE: Comedy, the more ludicrous the better, also avant garde art FAVORITE SEASON: Dark season FAVORITE CURSE WORD(S): Naknaknak FAVORITE SCENT: His friends. Davian that’s gay.

FUN STUFF

BOTTOM OR TOP: Wouldn’t you like to know? B;) (Probably a bottom or a service top) SINGS IN THE SHOWER: Of course. This boy rarely shuts up. LIKES BAD PUNS: Definitely.

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“What?” It takes a moment for him to piece together the other’s comment, a hand mixing into his hair in an attempt to keep his head upright and steady the world around him. Sadly, holding his head doesn’t seem to be doing much in the way of stilling his surroundings. Guess he’s going to continue to feel nauseous for a bit longer. 

“Oh.” He actually still doesn’t understand the comment, but the question reads loud and clear. “Yes, preferably I’d be lying down at home, if – if you can manage to get this tight tick there.” Finally, he decides to try standing, though the immediate wobbling causes him to tumble a bit. Thankfully, out of reflex, he begins to float off the ground rather than wipe out. “I won’t be of much help, I gather…” He’s there enough to make somewhat-coherent sentences but not enough to walk, meaning he’s probably just a hindrance to the other, regardless of how crappy that makes him feel.

He watches the guy, wondering what the hand is supposed to be doing for him there. His money is probably not on fluffing up that coif of his, but the world may never know. It's not really important other than giving Davian and his brain buddy something to think about while waiting for Jake to get enough of his shit together to formulate an answer.

damian hes my best friend hes kinda grumpy but hes a good guy if i can talk him in2 making an account ill let you know so u can talk 2 him he needs more friends

thays fair I guess!

&i thought i talked a lot! wow i think ud give d a headache but im super happy 2 talk 2 some1 else who talks a lot!

can u leave lohac? im guessing not cause u would if u could yeah?

:o ive never heard of an alteria b4! wheres tht?? that is where was it cause u said u killd the planet

was it a good planet

whats logac lije?

uuuuuh

from earth???

wut kinda alien r u

:o r u an alien

How on earth c do you borrow your own feet quote unquote from time to time??? Ooooh wait… Hold on here. Am i correct in deducing you are not the davian i speak of?