WEEK TWO: MONDAY MORNING, ROOM 112

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[ since presumably going up to dirk after breakfast or whatever and going "hey i need your help with a thing" might result in dirk following him, dave will drag dirk off to room 112, though he stops short in front of the door and casts a glance sideways at dirk. ]

Can you sew? I mean, you - he could. Better than me.

[ ...? presumably he needs help sewing. something. unless this is just one of his many random interrogative questions. ]

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[Okay he probably laughs at the SBAHJ doodles before taking the cardboard and tucking it into a fold, and then he pauses. He looks at Dave, and it's obvious he's nervous debating something. But then he gets to work stitching.

A little while later, he holds out to Dave a cloth wallet, with an apple stitched onto one side and a gear on the other.]

...I wanted to add Bro and Jeff, or maybe Geromy, but it takes a while to get the jpeg look right and you probably want to head out soon. If you want to hand it back to me after we explore I can add them into the inside folds.

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[ he takes the wallet and flips it over, not having expected, like. anything more than exactly what he asked for. he looks up at dirk then back at the wallet, mouth parted in surprise before...

he goes to a drawer in the night table, pulls out a picture, and stores it inside.

if dirk cared enough to glance, it looked like it was of someone blonde. ]

...Thanks. But yeah, whenever you're ready with the whole...your set up thing.

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[Well. He hopes that means it's okay!

He guesses the picture was Rose, seeing the hair colour. He's much quicker stitching in his own holsters, which he decides for both right and left sides. Then he slips in the knife.]

Do you want me to take a picture of myself now?

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[ dirk gets one of those measured stares again. ]

...No. Let's head out. Then dependin' on how this one goes, either I'll go alone, or you can do double duty on another break in with me later today.

[ he slides the wallet, which he had been holding, into his left pocket and just kind of absently pats it. he doesn't want it off his person. ]

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Alright. [He gives a nod. And then pauses, and—] If... you were up for it, I'd like to hang out for more than just our evening meetings. You don't have to answer now, or whatever, but like... think about it? If you want to.

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I... [ he has a wallet with an apple and a gear on it and the picture of rose, a thing he hadn't really believed he could have. ] ...I'll...maybe. I'll let you know? Later tonight.

[ but for now... ]

But for now we should. If you're ready? The last time I went somewhere, somethin' snuck up on me, and I hated it. [ he'd turned around and nothing was there. same old same old. ] So just...guard my back. Will you?

[splinten]

[He gives a nod.] I'll guard it.

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Thanks.

[ he returns the weapons to his person, now to their new holstery home. NICE. ]

Y'all set?

[splinten]

[He straightens up.] Let's go.

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[ AND AWAY THEY GO where dave disapproves of what they have found so far already, STOP BEING CREEPY AND PUPPETY, YUGGOTH ]