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And also the practical thing.

[ dead bodies kind of decompose okay yeah dirk doesn't need to hear any of this jesus ]

So, ignoring the turn for the morbid that is genetically hardwired into both myself and Rose for inexplicable reasons, you didn't do any night-writing?

[splinten]

No. Possibly I became conscious of my waking state too early on Derse. If my subconscious wrote itself on the walls in any metaphorical way, it would be in its externalization through my various splinters. Both those I consciously created and those which manifested without my own intent reflected back aspects of my personality and mind that I preferred to not confront directly.

[It's a kind of natural analysis. The capacity to turn an analytic lens on himself is well-honed from those years of splinters; the scalpel doesn't bother him and he's more than familiar with what happens if you put a piece of him under the microscope.]

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I don't know why I bothered to say the reasons were inexplicable.

[ dirk is the source code for the morbid turns rose and dave are incapable of not taking. ]

I'd like to know why the fuck we were always awake, actually. We don't share a class or aspect. Only the role of prince of the fuckin' moon, and honestly Rose was always better royalty than I was; she actually did the whole...talking to horrorterrors thing.

[splinten]

Same here, only Roxy talked less and drifted to commune subconsciously more. I was not a fan of those guys.

[horrorterrors are unsettling and he'd rather have prospit]

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[ this earns dirk a stare, which dave physically pulls back from leaning on dirk to deliver. ]

You...did not like the elder gods.

[splinten]

Infinite monsters is not my favourite thing to look up at every day, no.

[He doesn't know why Dave is so surprised. Horrorterrors are creepy.]

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Huh. [ all right then. he slides off the desk, tilting his head up towards the ceiling. ]

Glow in the dark stars.

[splinten]

[Without Dave leaning on him anymore, Dirk pulls his legs up off the desk. Crosses them, folds his hands in his lap.]

We can do that.

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I always kind of figured you'd try to understand them like she did. I never wanted to listen.

[ to the horrorterrors, he means. he'd done his best never to look at them shades off until rose had basically told him he needed to do so. ]

Well, I guess Rose was probs right about "not all bad", but I can't say I was a fan of their methods.

[ he's meandering now, going to put the book on the dresser designated as his and then rummaging through a drawer. ]

[splinten]

Maybe fondness for creepy horrorterrors is just a Lalonde thing. We instead carry the bizarre genetic trait of finding monstrous beings beyond human comprehension mildly unsettling.

[Dirk will. Just sit there. Watching and not moving. Don't want to risk jostling the metaphorical knife wound!]

I don't know. It would be an interesting idea, but most of my time on Derse was occupied trying to understand the evil fish queen and plan against her. That and dragging Roxy down whenever she wandered off again.

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I was-wasn't supposed to realize I was awake first. I don't think I would have done much with it anyway, though. You're more productive than me.

[ no stutter: a weird phrasing instead, half-muttered before he comes up with the digital camera he hadn't shoved in his sylladex earlier, dave turns, leaning against the dresser, and thumbs through his latest shots. ]

[splinten]

The Dersite Queen was more of a threat to our group than yours was, and I had the opportunity to understand exactly what kind of problem she posed. Calliope was a little more free-flowing with the spoilers, and our circumstances inclined us to trust her when she talked crazy shit about a video game.

Do you not want me to understand you?

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What about?

[ one previous shot is deleted, and dave flips his shades up in order to better see through the lens. he takes a picture of the bunk bed, then examines the picture. ]

You already do better than most people. We've covered that. Rose is good at gauging what I mean, or what I don't mean, but there's context she doesn't and can't have.

[splinten]

Implying you don't want me to understand you.

[Cool. He will just adapt to that knife permanently settled into his flesh, then. No big deal. He'll work something out and walk ginger around it from now on.]

Do you want the stars on the ceiling to be authentic constellations, or should we be going more abstract than representative?

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I didn't say that.

[ he didn't not say it, but he didn't say it. it's one of the things dave is still unsure about. he was-wasn't supposed to be awake. he does-doesn't want dirk to understand him all the time. ]

Which would you prefer?

[splinten]

You avoided saying the reverse.

[And Dirk has a negative turn of mind. Dirk said, I want to understand you better. Dave said, You can try and slammed a wall in Dirk's face. The door is shut and Captain Snoop is barricading it, and sometimes you just have to learn how to walk around weird statues in your hallway.]

Accurate representation of constellations using cartoonishly abstracted stars and galaxies.

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Sure.

[ to the constellations. he takes a picture of his left shoe. ]

It's not as easy as yes or no. You're terrifyin'.

[ the left shoe picture does not pass muster and is deleted. dave attempts a picture of his right shoe, instead. ]

[splinten]

This would be a great time for a sarcastic 'thanks,' but mostly I'm feeling uncertainty.

[There's a pause.]

It doesn't make me want to move in with you any less. That's still happening unless you say it isn't.

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[ oh. okay. the right shoe picture is allowed to say. rather than examining dirk's expression closely, dave takes a snapshot of dirk on the desk and then examines that instead. ]

Ditto that. [ to which part? ] Although a front-row seat to the Strider blurtscapades doesn't really have much of a payoff, in general, beyond a lot of foot for dinner. The kind with gnarled yellow fungus and callouses a mile thick.

[ enticing. ]

[splinten]

Our foot fungi are probably related species. I've got the antibodies to handle it all.

[the photograph gets one of Dirk's neutral expressions, which isn't really a matter of masking things than it is a retreat into acceptance of the situation as it is]

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[ a pause. ]

I feel like I should at this point state my feet have no fungi and are in fact awesome lookin', but that sounds like a foot fetish which I do not have???

[ too late to take it back now. ]

I'm not there yet.

[splinten]

You do not need to tell me about any fetishes you may or may not have ever.

[Is. Probably not what Dave is talking about, but Dirk will clarify that.]

I wouldn't object, generally, as that isn't actually a thing that disturbs me the way it bothers you, but it is an area that can comfortably be determined unnecessary for a healthy and open relationship between brothers.

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Not what I meant, but I'm perfectly happy to never acknowledge any fetishes or desires I may or may not have, ever.

[ "sincere compliments" "handholding" "genuine open love and affection" honestly he would be better off taking a good hard look at bdsm, probably. ]

BDSM would be so much easier. [ ok he didn't mean to say that out loud and grimaces. ] It was kinda had to see the constellations back home.

[splinten]

Wow. That was some impressive toe fungus you just shove in our mouths.

[WOW DAVE]

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Yeah I'm just gonna go find a convenient volcano now?

[ or not exactly that but he will head towards the stairs. ]

I know of one, but maybe I should like, find a second option just in case. There has to be one nearer at hand. Or maybe I can make one. We made an island, why not a volcano?