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WEEK ONE: MONDAY, 8PM, THE POOL
[ for the record, dave actually shows up at the dinner served by the motel for some reason on monday, drifting over to sit with velvet, so he. kind of ate? she probably glared at him until he ate. why is she terrifying.
he's been probably a wreck most of the day but what else is new and he kind of slides onto the opposite side of the picnic table if that's where dirk is, looking anywhere but dirk for a minute or two before focusing and saying: ]
Yo.
[ he has to find a better way to start these things. ]
he's been probably a wreck most of the day but what else is new and he kind of slides onto the opposite side of the picnic table if that's where dirk is, looking anywhere but dirk for a minute or two before focusing and saying: ]
Yo.
[ he has to find a better way to start these things. ]
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[ he rubs at his arm absently, but. ]
People just normally don't - [ touch him, whatever, sometimes there's interaction but like. ] Anyway I have to get back or the domino mask brigade might worry. Haha, totally kiddin', they straight up would not give a fuck. But. Later.
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[Despite himself, he lets Dave go.]