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[ rose and john wouldn't knock in that hesitant way and john might not even be up yet. no one on the meteor would knock like that, but there's dozens of people here now dave doesn't know well yet and so the person on the other side of the door has to be one of them. he eases it open slightly and peers out, registering dirk and then blanking on why he's registering dirk. ]
...what's up - oh. [ he made some sort of promise about lessons in mornings. right. it's harder to stick to his usual sense of punctuality when his innate sense of time just isn't working. ] Hang on.
[ he shuts the door again. after two or three minutes he'll step back out and shut the door behind him, having retrieved his sword and a haphazardly drawn bag. it's a somewhat tropical island but he's still in jeans and a long-sleeved shirt. ]
We might have to keep it shortish? I want to check on John in a bit, see if he's feelin' any better. [ realizing dirk might not have seen john since they met up much earlier: ] He got sick. Rose and I wrote his will and made funeral arrangements, but also one or both of us should keep tabs until he's once again unbearably peppy and not sick. Apparently eatin' the crab is a dumbfuck idea, by the way.
...what's up - oh. [ he made some sort of promise about lessons in mornings. right. it's harder to stick to his usual sense of punctuality when his innate sense of time just isn't working. ] Hang on.
[ he shuts the door again. after two or three minutes he'll step back out and shut the door behind him, having retrieved his sword and a haphazardly drawn bag. it's a somewhat tropical island but he's still in jeans and a long-sleeved shirt. ]
We might have to keep it shortish? I want to check on John in a bit, see if he's feelin' any better. [ realizing dirk might not have seen john since they met up much earlier: ] He got sick. Rose and I wrote his will and made funeral arrangements, but also one or both of us should keep tabs until he's once again unbearably peppy and not sick. Apparently eatin' the crab is a dumbfuck idea, by the way.
[Dirk, for his part, has dressed in the outfit that Dave made for him yesterday. The stitches are gone; instead, the slash is missing, like it was never there. He was practicing last night so he could do this.]
Casket, cremation, or is he into that weird family tradition of stuffed corpses?
[Important question.]
You can skip it if you need to. John's well-being naturally comes ahead of using cones in drawing.
Casket, cremation, or is he into that weird family tradition of stuffed corpses?
[Important question.]
You can skip it if you need to. John's well-being naturally comes ahead of using cones in drawing.
[ it's fairly impossible to tell if dave looks or doesn't, behind his shades. his jeans are the same but the shirt is different, a casual band tee instead. ]
That's Jade's family, not John's. His does cremation and urns. And if he wakes up and needs me straight off, he'll, you know.
[ gestures towards the metal inset. ]
John doesn't much go in for sufferin' illness in silence so far as I'm aware. He basically sprawled across both of us the second he felt sick. [ which dave is pretty sure is the opposite of what he and rose would do; they both tend to pretend they're fine if they aren't. ]
That's Jade's family, not John's. His does cremation and urns. And if he wakes up and needs me straight off, he'll, you know.
[ gestures towards the metal inset. ]
John doesn't much go in for sufferin' illness in silence so far as I'm aware. He basically sprawled across both of us the second he felt sick. [ which dave is pretty sure is the opposite of what he and rose would do; they both tend to pretend they're fine if they aren't. ]
He's not even up yet. [ assuming dirk chose a strider-version early morning hour. it's not exactly an answer, but dave does know he has to get better at drawing at some point - preferably sooner rather than later. if he wants to be able to help out at all. ]
[ dave shakes his head. ]
It's important to learn to do this right, and I gave you my word. I'll check in later, though, see if he can eat somethin' before I split if you're willin' to help...?
[ unshittify whatever john might want. ]
Meantime, maybe no one eats anythin' new without like...testin' it first.
It's important to learn to do this right, and I gave you my word. I'll check in later, though, see if he can eat somethin' before I split if you're willin' to help...?
[ unshittify whatever john might want. ]
Meantime, maybe no one eats anythin' new without like...testin' it first.
[Dirk walks beside him, calm and casual. There's an alertness for battle, an almost-invisible sense that an attack could come anywhere at any time, but it's calm. And Dirk isn't inscrutable, walking beside Dave. He has his hands in his pockets, but there's a nervous way his body is partly angled towards Dave, as if being open to him.
Despite that, he is too nervous about kicking off small-talk He has been ransacking his thoughts, and he eventually stumbles out with,]
Do you know what you want to start on first?
Despite that, he is too nervous about kicking off small-talk He has been ransacking his thoughts, and he eventually stumbles out with,]
Do you know what you want to start on first?
[ dave it...less open. it's true of how he is with pretty much everyone. he's calm, at least, knowing rose and john are as okay as they can be (john's dumbass food poisoning aside), but he's never been the most open person in the world. his body language has always been more closed off than it isn't, and he doesn't angle himself towards dirk. it doesn't seem like he's deliberately staying closed off so much as it's just normal for him, however, his sword in easy reach for drawing and his eyes scanning their surroundings almost absently. he's careful to keep pace with dirk and not fall behind or pull ahead, but otherwise doesn't seem to make any obvious exceptions or arrangements.
he makes no move to break the silence until dirk does, and then his gaze does go sideways towards dirk. ]
You mean like...pick an object to work on, or what?
he makes no move to break the silence until dirk does, and then his gaze does go sideways towards dirk. ]
You mean like...pick an object to work on, or what?
Yeah? Or a concept or whatever. [He glances at Dave askance, hidden behind his shades.] I learned haphazardly on my own, which doesn't lend itself to a sound pedagogical timeplan. Even if I hadn't, the kind of schedule that might be set down from on high as ideal for learning doesn't necessarily suit your own learning style and needs. [That was a hard won lesson, something hammered into him by his numerous failures with his friends. He isn't even sure he should be trying to teach Dave anything, but he's so desperate for any way to connect to him. At the least he can try to avoid repeating his errors on Dave.]
It's your thing to learn. You probably have the best idea of what you want to know and how you're best at learning it. I'm functionally not more than a non-comprehensive Encyclopedia of Art Bullshit for you to access at will.
It's your thing to learn. You probably have the best idea of what you want to know and how you're best at learning it. I'm functionally not more than a non-comprehensive Encyclopedia of Art Bullshit for you to access at will.
[ oh. he's not sure he likes this and he knows it makes him uncomfortable, but all that happens outwardly is his eyebrows going up as he comes to a stop at a more or less decent place to try to do art lessons, he guesses. ]
I'm not sure. I've handled my own lesson plans before, but I won't pretend like it was the most...organized experience. I...guess apples.
[ his expression is calm but he ends what he's saying on a dubious note, the creeping uncertainty getting the best of him. ]
I'm not sure. I've handled my own lesson plans before, but I won't pretend like it was the most...organized experience. I...guess apples.
[ his expression is calm but he ends what he's saying on a dubious note, the creeping uncertainty getting the best of him. ]
Ok. [ he just retreats back into reticence, and crouches down. a hard surface is he...supposes a short table. he doesn't really want to deal with chairs. big enough that dirk can be way on the other side of it and not next to him, for a preference.
he starts to draw it on the ground. ]
he starts to draw it on the ground. ]
[Dirk doesn't say anything, he just... stands awkwardly, with his hands shoved into his pockets.
Trying not to be an idiot, he goes with,]
Since we got our hands one some basic tech devices, I might be able to work up a charger for my shades and a wireless transmitter. Uh, if you were interested in music.
Trying not to be an idiot, he goes with,]
Since we got our hands one some basic tech devices, I might be able to work up a charger for my shades and a wireless transmitter. Uh, if you were interested in music.
[ dave finishes his...accidentally japanese style table.
it wobbles. ]
I grabbed an mp3 player but the tracklist is...hit and miss. [ it's music. some of it is shit he hasn't heard before. he's fine with it, therefore, even if it only has half a charge. ] Genette indicated that some of the worlds we'll be goin' to will include more tech, though, and that she just didn't know what to collect for people.
it wobbles. ]
I grabbed an mp3 player but the tracklist is...hit and miss. [ it's music. some of it is shit he hasn't heard before. he's fine with it, therefore, even if it only has half a charge. ] Genette indicated that some of the worlds we'll be goin' to will include more tech, though, and that she just didn't know what to collect for people.
[Dirk reaches out with his power. Gently, carefully, he adjusts it, until the shittiness has faded out and the table is stable.]
If you wanted you could send me the hits. [Maybe?] I'm workin' on buildin' somethin' to charge my shades. I wasn't sure if your powers extended to that kind of domain. [A thought] It's possible Rose could knit us something enchanted to produce electricity, that John could fuse with something you draw.
If you wanted you could send me the hits. [Maybe?] I'm workin' on buildin' somethin' to charge my shades. I wasn't sure if your powers extended to that kind of domain. [A thought] It's possible Rose could knit us something enchanted to produce electricity, that John could fuse with something you draw.
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