[Dave, why are you setting yourself up for disappointment...
But on the other hand, he considers that for a moment and he looks at Doc Trombone again.]
P...aleontology? That's the study of skeletons, isn't it? [WHY ELSE DO YOU HAVE A FUCKING PLASTIC SKELETON, DAVE.] But if we are living together I guess the number trade makes sense, yes. Where's your phone?
[ idk he probably hates himself a little bit? because even john getting it right is a bit of a knife to the side. because it's a guess.
he drags his phone - red case, no phone charm because he ditched them once the people who had matching ones forgot - out of his pocket. casually, he blows retrospec up on the screen and tilts it towards john instead of his phone information to show off the number.
[Nope. There's nothing there so instead he's pulling his phone out of his pocket and typing in the number carefully. Not long after that, he sends Dave a text so he can have his number.]
So movies and dead stuff. Those are pretty different but at the same time they are both parts of history. It's sort of cool. You're just undecided?
Yeah. College lasts for four years minimum so you could in theory change your mind halfway through and go from there. I am sure I will be tempted to change my mind a lot even if I don't go through with it.
[The duffel's empty. Onto a new box.] One step at a time, right?
Extremely. [ which. YEAH? if he were willing to flashstep he could have it all done...even faster. time travel? FASTER STILL. as it is, dave just takes his headphones off to put on the bed with his phone, and then stands to go over to the boxes. ] I've always been pretty fast, too.
That's cool. Speed isn't exactly my best asset but I'm better than I used to be. [He moves to hand Dave a slightly larger, flatter box.] Think you can put this together for me? It's shelving, I wasn't sure if the room would have a bookcase and I sort of need one.
I'm not even sure you need a hammer. [Reference. Lost.] It should just be sliding the pieces together which is the easy part. And the sooner I get this all set up the better. I can stop stepping on everything spread out everywhere.
Because that is technically what it is. [The instructions are easy and John's still putting away his clothes while this is going on.] Otherwise my books and my movies are all going on the floor and that will probably not work.
Then maybe I do not think normally like people since I specifically bought those so I wouldn't have to fuck with hammers and nails. But I get your point. [Books go here, clothes go here, a gray blanket that was definitely blue once goes here...] Once that's built the rest will go by in no time.
I guess I could be if I tried. I haven't seen a reason to be yet though. [The shelf is set up and he grins brightly.] Thanks, Dave. That'll help with those two boxes on the floor.
And what kind of metric is that? [Dave opens the next box and he's greeted with a bunch of movies. They range from good movies to movies that give off John's questionable taste. While he's doing that, John's opening a smaller box to pull out a few other items including a deck of cards, a mouse, a pair of headphones, etc.] I'll just rearrange them later if I have to.
...I mean, usually I do it by how much they rock, or color, or alphabetical, or director...it depends on the day? I will be less annoying and go alphabetically for now.
Alphabetical will work for me. Until one of us gets bored. I don't think I really have an organized system so that is better than what I could come up with. Thanks? [He's busy pulling out some other books, too, to stick in the shelves.]
In a different box! [He uses a book to point at another box by Dave's feet.] I have a lot of it so they were separated into their own case even though I have a lot on my computer, too.
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[ he just...wants to know if there's any chance in hell john knows him or can guess him like dave can john. ]
Hey, by the way, we should trade numbers.
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But on the other hand, he considers that for a moment and he looks at Doc Trombone again.]
P...aleontology? That's the study of skeletons, isn't it? [WHY ELSE DO YOU HAVE A FUCKING PLASTIC SKELETON, DAVE.] But if we are living together I guess the number trade makes sense, yes. Where's your phone?
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he drags his phone - red case, no phone charm because he ditched them once the people who had matching ones forgot - out of his pocket. casually, he blows retrospec up on the screen and tilts it towards john instead of his phone information to show off the number.
npcs can't see the app. so. ]
Fossils, which skeletons count as, yeah.
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So movies and dead stuff. Those are pretty different but at the same time they are both parts of history. It's sort of cool. You're just undecided?
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Kinda. I thought about it a little back in February, but my priorities have changed, I guess.
[ i.e. he doubts college will last because the world will probably end or something ]
I have time to think change my course if need be.
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[The duffel's empty. Onto a new box.] One step at a time, right?
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Do you want help unpacking?
[ ...what he actually says instead, though. ]
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I wouldn't say no, sure. I ended up coming here with a lot more than I thought. Most of it is easy to unbox but how good are you with your hands?
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[ they're yours.
but he will take the box regardless, and start to unpack it at normal speed. normal-fast speed. ]
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[ THAT IMPLIES CARPENTRY he doesn't do this kind of thing much...but once he finds instructions, dave can start following those easily? ]
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[ he's competently putting it together even as he bitches, at least. ]
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[ as fast as normal-fast humans can go. ]
You look like the kind of guy who'd be pretty handy with a hammer and nails, though?
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[ he apparently still intends to help...and goes to open the next box. ]
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