Demon Summoner Dave/Demon Karkat urban fantasy. Warnings for the whole fic on the archive post; this chapter: none.
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"Is that a house, or a castle?"
Dave snorts as he gets out of the car. “Castles are prettier. This is a pile of giant cement pizza boxes, dude.” The pile isn’t even straight and even, there are corners sticking our everywhere.
Dirk doesn’t crack a smile or even indicate that he heard as he extracts himself from the passenger’s seat, even though he was the one who first made that comparison, ten or fifteen years ago. He’s been monosyllabic ever since they picked him up for mandatory Strilonde Bonding Time on pain of Aunt Romy.
Crouched beside Dave on the driveway, Karkat is still staring up doubtfully.
"Besides," Dave continues, "it’s not that big, just kinda sprawly."
"There’s a tower.”
"It’s an observatory!" Roxy calls out from the other side of the bridge, and waves. Dave vaguely wonders how she heard them so well, with the little running stream between them and the waterfall just behind the corner where she’s standing, but he sticks his hands in his pockets and follows Dirk.
"Oh, an observatory!" Karkat replies, sarcastic, as he makes his cautious way across. "Whew. Totally different! Especially the pompous levels."