monday evening

[parodeity]

[ dave ends up watching the other secrets for one reason only: the more they know about one another, the easier it might be to guess who kills someone next. or to see who might have done it in a trial. not knowing about shit - like shelley's sister, or who kazuma really was - was one of their biggest weaknesses as a group.

that's what he tells himself, anyway. and it might even be half true. but some of it is definitely just wanting to take his mind off his own secret. dave barely ever acknowledges bro isn't less than amazing (as in, never) but he can't deny that even a teenage girl he'd never met before waking up in murder hell is a much better parent than bro.

he's not sure how to feel about everyone else who has shitty parent problems (why are there so many of them?) but there is one of the crap childhood ones that resonates with him.

so he stops avoiding everyone and chooses to go and find judar. while dave's poker face is firmly in place it's not perfect. he has a certain nervous energy he doesn't usually have, and his lips are twisted in a tiny frown. ]

Hey. Can we talk?

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[parodeity]

I can't even begin to explain the puppet dicks, tbh. It's like, most kinds of dong are funny? But puppet dong can just fuck right off.

[ hahaha dave doesn't know either. but he does shift a little, a more relaxed stance, and he's...still not sure why he wanted to talk to judar except that he actually...gets it. what he saw. a little bit. there's at least someone else who was raised to be a weapon, even if the training was different and the end goals were probably polar opposites.

some of the people here also have shitty parents, but that particular thing doesn't seem to be shared elsewhere, that he knows of. ]

[douchemag]

[He stares for a moment, and then abruptly just starts laughing. It's not his usual cruel or mocking laughter though, but something a lot more genuine.]

You know...pfthahaha, I never thought I'd ever thank Al-Thamen for anything, but at least I can now say I'm grateful they never shoved puppet dongs into my face!

[In a way, it's a relief that Dave seems to be as reluctant to delve into actual deep discussion about this as he is. He's never liked talking about what Al-Thamen did to him to anyone, not even the one person back home who understood and shared his bitterness; it's too heavy, too real, and he's never been one to delve too hard into introspection and emotions when he can just avoid them instead.

But this? Being able to joke about it with someone like it's something completely normal, with no pity involved? It's not something he ever thought he needed, but he appreciates it now that he has it nonetheless.]

Hey, now I gotta ask. [He gestures at the datapad.] He actually raising you for a goal, or just to make you stronger?