Does This Tailored Suit Have Wings? (Pt. 1)

      AN: Oh my god I hate formatting things on dreamwidth ESPECIALLY PESTERLOGS. Like I have been formatting this thing for three days wow. Anyways here is part one of this thing that I've been working on. Don't know how OOC the characters are  I am wandering around on my wibbly wobbly new fandom feet here. There are some lines I like though, so here you go.
               Summary: Dave had been so sure at first, that if he ever got his hands on a copy of Sburb 2 he'd throw it out a window, let the stupid crows take it and admire its horrible horrible shininess. 
               And now he realizes that without the game, he's just a weird kid with red eyes, and time's just a day and then another day and another. 

               Does This Tailored Suit Have Wings?


                He’s the hero of Sburb.
                The cashiers at the 7/11 down the road look at him funny when he walks in at three in the morning in his pajamas to buy a slushie.
                He's got a knife under his hoodie.

(  Dave hauls himself out of bed at ten, doesn’t bother to change. )