[ there's a few minutes pause before the door opens. dave looks more or less the same as he did on monday. neutral and closed off and - less tired than usual maybe, but it has nothing to do with dirk and everything to do with not even needing to sleep. it's mid summer and hot and he's still insisting on jeans and a long-sleeves shirt, dressed more for fall than anything else.
he doesn't open the door wide enough for dirk to come in or see inside, but instead slips out and twists his key in the lock before letting the keys drop back into his sylladex. his hands go into his pockets and he simply asks: ]
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he doesn't open the door wide enough for dirk to come in or see inside, but instead slips out and twists his key in the lock before letting the keys drop back into his sylladex. his hands go into his pockets and he simply asks: ]
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