[ he'll take the post-its easily and start putting them in the book. god this is so ridiculously organized of dirk, compared to...any educational plan dave has ever made ever. it's only half of why he tapped dirk for this project. rose probably would have been thrilled about it, too, if he'd asked. though she'd be better at english and shit, dave thinks. it's not a thing he plans to advertise, if only because he's habitually lowkey about the shit that actually matters to him.

his eyes flick to dirk when his brother speaks, although he never took off his shades so it's probably hard to tell. ]

Oh. [ he needs to come up with better filler text, fuck. ] I think it's cool you're actually willin' to help me with it. [ completely free of judgement or censure, although dave's not sure...why. he ever expects that to any degree from dirk. logically, he shouldn't - he's never once gotten it, really, aside from "don't hurt yourself". ]

Life would be easier if you could just like, have people hold on and compose a track instead of say words.

[ he remembers the shades thing belatedly and his still ongoing but unacknowledged verbally attempts to try to wear the shades less in the tower, and takes them off to just clip to the front of his shirt. it is still the easiest way to deal with them beyond killing sylladex space. ]