ALSO IN THE LIVING ROOM...in a skeleton in a fancy peasant dress just like. chilling in a chair? and a piano, and lots of captcharoid photographs of people and scenery and things plastered on the walls.
why is dave's house this way.
there's also a lobster tank plus lobster though! ]
This place is a giant shitpost. Damian, of course, scours the room with his eyes. He's a Bat, and reading the location is as natural as blinking.] You have impeccable interior decorating.
[He's glad the lobster didn't turn out to be their joke of a peasant-dressed skeleton. He'd be mad and frustrated.
And then confused at to who the cans belong to.] Can you play? [The piano, to which Damian nods as he bypasses everything else to go see the lobster.
[Not bad. It doesn't seem agitated or belly-up, and that's perhaps the best indication that Dave maybe isn't a complete moron. But Damian also bases a lot of morality on how people treat kids and pets.] Hello, Nauti Buoy. [He absolutely sounds very earnest when greeting the lobster.]
I assume your roommate is "John"? [The person Dave thought he had come to see. He glances at Dave a second for facial verification, but then squats to the floor with the can. His hand disappears into the fold of the altered medieval clothes and comes back out with something almost like a shuriken, except it's shaped like the silhouette of a bat.
He uses it to slice along the rim of the can so he can open it.]
[Inside the can is a conglomerate of smaller seafood: clams, tiny crabs, worms, and a few tiny fish. He stands back up and offers the now open can to Dave. It was Dave’s pet. Did he want to do the honors?] Not exactly.
[He watches Dave tip the can over to pour the contents out into the tank. They'll live happy and peaceful right up until Nauti Buoy makes fish food out of them.] What? [His eyes glance at Dave.]
Damian's face doesn't do too much in terms of changing, but there's a glint of recognition that comes to his eyes. Or familiarity? Hm. Someone else is a fan of swords...] Do you have your sword here?
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[ INSTEAD, DAVE SET UP A TANK...
he...lights up? well, it's just a tick upwards of the corner of his mouth into an almost-smile. ]
You wanna come meet him?? [ he does take the food tho ]
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Fine. [He can't believe he's going in to meet a lobster. What is his life.] Is there just one? There were two cans.
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[ dave ushers damian in.
ALSO IN THE LIVING ROOM...in a skeleton in a fancy peasant dress just like. chilling in a chair? and a piano, and lots of captcharoid photographs of people and scenery and things plastered on the walls.
why is dave's house this way.
there's also a lobster tank plus lobster though! ]
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This place is a giant shitpost. Damian, of course, scours the room with his eyes. He's a Bat, and reading the location is as natural as blinking.] You have impeccable interior decorating.
[He's glad the lobster didn't turn out to be their joke of a peasant-dressed skeleton. He'd be mad and frustrated.
And then confused at to who the cans belong to.] Can you play? [The piano, to which Damian nods as he bypasses everything else to go see the lobster.
This is wholesome.]
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[ THE LOBSTER SEEMS...happy? enough? for a lobster? it has pretty much everything a lobster could need so that's probably fine. ]
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I assume your roommate is "John"? [The person Dave thought he had come to see. He glances at Dave a second for facial verification, but then squats to the floor with the can. His hand disappears into the fold of the altered medieval clothes and comes back out with something almost like a shuriken, except it's shaped like the silhouette of a bat.
He uses it to slice along the rim of the can so he can open it.]
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But I’ve had the training.
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[ he reaches over to take the can, though, and will
sprinkle some of this in the water...eat well, nauti buoy ]
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You've been trained as a ninja?
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[ flashstep exists. ]
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Damian's face doesn't do too much in terms of changing, but there's a glint of recognition that comes to his eyes. Or familiarity? Hm. Someone else is a fan of swords...] Do you have your sword here?
Show me.