Wrong Session (Dave Strider/Reader) Part 2

A/N: This time around, the replacement words are in the description, no big. I just figured it looked better that way and you basically saw it in the first one anyway (if you're reading it in a linear fashion like you should. *squints at you*
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    In your panic, you explained the situation to the new kids, who seemed a little sad to see you leave, having gotten used to the extra moral support, but said goodbye nonetheless. Retracing your steps, you brought your friends back to the appearifier (or wall?) but nothing happened. You guessed it didn’t work the other way around? Maybe you weren’t using it right. You had no clue.

    So you stayed. You, a little less reluctantly than your teammates. After a while, everyone but [G/L] had given up hope of ever leaving, including you, so the new kids tried to get used to the idea of you all staying. This in mind, you turned your attention to the boy.

    If there was no leaving, there was no harm in talking to him, right?

    The game seemed to be broken up into a pattern of fast-paced, shit-your-pants-I’m-gonna-die moments and slow-paced, this-is-fucking-boring moments. You used one of the latter to ask him what his name was.

    “Dave,” he responded simply. His voice was deep—but not too deep—and it had a smoothness to it that you couldn’t really describe. He didn’t ask for your name, he just stared at the ground—or you thought he was staring at the ground—in seemingly deep thought. Not that you could blame him. You gave it to him anyway.

    “My name’s [Name].” He acknowledged you with a simple nod, nothing more. He didn’t turn to face you or show a hint of any expression really, and after a short period of silence, you began to wonder if you were bothering him and apologized.  

    “Sorry, it’s just…I figured since it doesn’t seem like my group’s leaving soon…it couldn’t hurt to meet you guys, right?” He gave you an amused snort in response, along with a crooked half-smile, “Yeah, and what better way to make friends than to bond over mutual aversion to this shitty excuse of a game?”

    “Is it even really a game anymore though?”

    “Who even knows anymore. Man, this game blows.” After a moment of silence between you, you spoke again. “You ever wonder what life would be like if it weren’t for this game?”

    “I’d probably be neck deep in puppet ass, but that seems pretty fucking awesome compared to this.”

    “I’m not quite sure what you’re talking about, so I’m going to assume you’d usually consider that bad and agree with you. Anything but this.”

    “Agreed.”