WEEK TWO: MONDAY MORNING, ROOM 112
[ 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. ]
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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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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...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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[ 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?
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[ he returns the weapons to his person, now to their new holstery home. NICE. ]
Y'all set?
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