Yeah, but it worked on me 'cause I love you and you have stupid blue eyes and you speak in music. That ain't a guarantee I'd want you to date my beloved youngest child. Hypothetical beloved youngest child. [ he snags john's hand and unlocks the door and spirits him away to...
his room.
his and dirk's. he's never taken john here and there's no reason his mom would have, so. it's about what one would expect for the two of them: bunk beds, with blanket-curtains hanging down from the top to obscure the bottom bunk, a workbench that looks mostly unused because dirk moved out, a desk with scattered high school notes from dave. strings of pictures hanging across the room and posted all over the walls. weird dead shit he didn't manage to bring to the dorms, and an unfortunate my little pony poster that probably belonged to dirk.
music shit, neatly organized but sort of encroaching on everything else.
dave shuts and carefully locks the door even though he's pretty sure roxy will respect the "hey give me a few" request he'd made at some point earlier last month. ]
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his room.
his and dirk's. he's never taken john here and there's no reason his mom would have, so. it's about what one would expect for the two of them: bunk beds, with blanket-curtains hanging down from the top to obscure the bottom bunk, a workbench that looks mostly unused because dirk moved out, a desk with scattered high school notes from dave. strings of pictures hanging across the room and posted all over the walls. weird dead shit he didn't manage to bring to the dorms, and an unfortunate my little pony poster that probably belonged to dirk.
music shit, neatly organized but sort of encroaching on everything else.
dave shuts and carefully locks the door even though he's pretty sure roxy will respect the "hey give me a few" request he'd made at some point earlier last month. ]