.: sick day- Bro X Reader :.Walking into the Strider apartment, you’re struck by the mess. The place is usually covered in smuppets and junk anyway, but this is a different kind of messy. You pick your way through the piles of clothing and smuppets and broken swords until you find the elder Strider sprawled out on the floor of his bedroom..: sick day- Bro X Reader :.in Writing
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“Dude, what the fuck?” you ask bluntly, before noticing the stench of vomit in the air.
“I’m sick, you idiot,” Bro groans, rolling onto his side.
“Clearly.” You crouch down and lay the inside of your wrist against his forehead- he’s burning up, and it the sick-smell is anything to go by, this is serious. “Where’s Dave?”
“I dunno… Hrk!” Bro suddenly scrambles for the trash can by the futon and vomits noisily for a minute or two while you grimace.
“Try and clean yourself up a little,” you instruct him, then leave the room to search for the younger Strider.
Amazingly, you find him
.: for the irony- implied!Bro X Reader :.“Oh, come on, Dave. This game is totally cliché.”.: for the irony- implied!Bro X Reader :.in Writing
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“Come off it, (Name). It’s a requirement,” Dave replies, ignoring your protests and gathering everyone else at the party into a circle in his living room. Honestly you’re not sure how so many people can fit in this room, considering it’s an apartment in Texas, but somehow it’s working.
You yourself are perched on the arm of the sofa with a soda while Dave, John, Rose, and Jade are spaced evenly among the group of twelve trolls. At some point earlier in the evening, Dave collected items from everyone and dropped them in a huge bag, which he now produces from hammerspace.
He announces the dreaded “Seven Minutes in Heaven,” making you groan under your breath and a couple of others do the same. Whatever criteria he’s decided on to choose the first person to play, it ends up being Sollux, and conveniently, the yellow-blood winds up with Eridan. You suspect Dave rigged thi