[ it's dave though and "tt" catches his attention every time. rose's typing style, her shorthand, but in bright orange and that's never not going to be weird. however, he can't actually reply back for the simple matter of: ]

Dude, I got no clue how to work your shades. You know this. Every time I need you to do anythin' on them I just ask. Actually, how DO you type shit on these. Do you think about it?

[ ok. now he's staring at the shades because how the everliving fuck do they work?

there was no real change to his expression when he read the text, but he doesn't feel like responding out loud. it occurs to him that's stupid since it's a dream run by dirk. everything in here is dirk. splinter or otherwise.

it makes dave wonder if that means the bro in his dreamscape is also a part of him. ]

Three of 'em. [ he gestures with the shades to ben stiller, then the other two small gray square headshots. ] Same location, same shot, each of 'em.