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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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 ]