[ and uh. he. guesses??? squarewave can come??? he feels bad telling squarewave no so this is his life now he's just going to let dirk's 90s robot into his room. why not. dirk's having more trouble than dave was with mental intrusions, but dave has admittedly been getting eons of practice thanks to bro and cal apparitions since the damn dreamscape stuff started up.
he will head back down though he won't try to redo any of the rest of the apartment. maybe he should, because dirk hates it, but dave prefers to drift through dirk's apartment rather than his own, until the last possible second. ]
I didn't let you the other day because it wasn't...relevant and I don't like mixin' the two.
[ he'd never felt entirely safe in his room, but it was safer than the rest and he tries to keep that distinction. it might not make sense, but.
so anyway dirk's bedroom won't be dirk's bedroom the next time they enter, although dave immediately crosses his arms and tenses up. the sburb copies aren't there, but there's a mess of cords on the floor he clearly ignores and crows and personally developed photos drying. it's more cluttered than his space on the base ever got, although there was probably a lack of organization in the cords for electrical shit the other day at the tower re: turntables. that kind of organization is a thing that happens to other people who are not dave, generally. ]
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[ and uh. he. guesses??? squarewave can come??? he feels bad telling squarewave no so this is his life now he's just going to let dirk's 90s robot into his room. why not. dirk's having more trouble than dave was with mental intrusions, but dave has admittedly been getting eons of practice thanks to bro and cal apparitions since the damn dreamscape stuff started up.
he will head back down though he won't try to redo any of the rest of the apartment. maybe he should, because dirk hates it, but dave prefers to drift through dirk's apartment rather than his own, until the last possible second. ]
I didn't let you the other day because it wasn't...relevant and I don't like mixin' the two.
[ he'd never felt entirely safe in his room, but it was safer than the rest and he tries to keep that distinction. it might not make sense, but.
so anyway dirk's bedroom won't be dirk's bedroom the next time they enter, although dave immediately crosses his arms and tenses up. the sburb copies aren't there, but there's a mess of cords on the floor he clearly ignores and crows and personally developed photos drying. it's more cluttered than his space on the base ever got, although there was probably a lack of organization in the cords for electrical shit the other day at the tower re: turntables. that kind of organization is a thing that happens to other people who are not dave, generally. ]