WEEK TWO: MONDAY AFTERNOON, ROOM 112

[parodeity]

[ well after that dave just drags dirk back to the motel - he lets go once they're out but continues on anyway, only slowing when he's sure there's no pursuit - and back to room 112. he doesn't say much so dirk could split off if he wanted, but once he's in his room he digs out all his medical supplies. disinfectant, bandages, painkillers, alcohol pads, and disinfectant cream.

he dumps them on the bed and doesn't drag off his shirt because: ]

Glass. [ muttered and of course he doesn't have tweezers. he gets a shirt to wrap around his hand so he can start. digging the shards out.

the shirt he is wearing is completely gonna bite it? he sits on the bed to start this, frowning in concentration. ] What'd you get.

[ burns - weird ones - he catalogued. but what else? ]

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[splinten]

[He'll just make them stop at his room on the way down to grab a shirt.]

Might as well look down the barrel before lettin' it spin.

[parodeity]

A'ight, then.

[ "why the fuck not" i guess. tbh they should have talked to the girls first, the girls all have way more sense. ]