hurt dave

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Dave sat on the floor of his dusty room, leaning back against the cool DJ console. after a fight with his older brother. Now his whole teen body wasn't in the best of shape, mind spinning with another loss, he felt dishonored. Dave won't cry, he couldn't, the fear that Dirk might come into the room, find him weeping, he couldn't bare it. He took out his phone, the bright screen foces a squint. He decided to pester you, and come up with some excuses to bother you. To say that he needs comfort after another run-in with bro, horrifying. (Also stolen from a different platform. plus ur sum like male presenting and he's having gay thoughts)