Skinny derpin'

[shenunigans]

It's a good few months into the 'Dave doesn't swim' factor of Feferi and Dave's weird rivalry and Dave is pretty sure Feferi has tried to pull every card she has in an attempt to have him fully submerged. It doesn't work, of course. Dave is as protective of his swimming virginity as a nun is with. Well. Her regular virginity? Whatever. Point is he isn't going for it. In fact, as a form of revenge for her relentless bothering, she may just have found him snacking on her goldfish crackers like what up girl I'm eating your snacks. Needless to say, that didn't go down so well.

But it's whatever, right? It's in the past. Though Dave suspects it may not be over yet when he gets a text from Feferi asking him to bring her a towel at an absurd hour of the morning. He had promised he'd make it up to her for the crackers, so he begrudingly heads out to the pool with her stupid fluffy towel. Fuck nocturnal trolls and fuck stupidly pretty troll royalty who trick you into cutting them the sweet end of the deal. At the very least, he gets to see her in her swimsuit, right? Always a boner.

Bonus.

He thought bonus.


The mental goings on of a teenage boy aside, he's made his way to the pool in reasonable time with the towel over his shoulder and he's going to cup his hand over his mouth so he can loudly announce his entrance. Not that anyone but Feferi is around, given that it's 4am but that's beside the point.

"Yo, princess. There's like a million signs telling you not to forget a towel, could you have picked a lamer way to fuck with me?"

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[fintastic]

You couldn't be ectobiologically related to Her Imperious Condescension without having a little bit of cunning in you, and that was where Feferi stood-- or swam as the case may be. She could put up with a lot out of a misfortunate human who just didn't know what he was missing out on. But there was a point at which even she drew the line.

No one, no one stole her goldfish crackers.

She watches the edges of the pool from beneath the surface, circling like a shark, wondering if Dave is enough of a suckerfish to fall for her trickery. Almost ready to give up and call it a night, a distorted figure comes into her field of view, and she perks up instantly. She can't really hear the voice that well under water, but there aren't very many who come here at night. At first just her horns poke out of the water, suitable for the Jaws theme to start playing if such a thing could even happen, then the rest of her head and nothing more.

"Hello Dave!" She rehearsed this in her head for quite some time, but now all preparation just flies out the window. "Actually, I found my towel right after I messaged you! Crazy, right? But since you're here and all... are you sure you don't want to join me?"