[ which is probably hardish given dave's soul is full of time bullshit..."older" is vague but the specifics are always shifting, probably. especially when he starts messing with the time on specific wounds he gets or something. ]
In the meantime...bugs. Should we like roll up our sleeves to expose pasty white skin fresh for the bitin'? I know exactly nothin' about live bugs.
You don't seriously expect me to know more. [There were probably fewer bugs in the ocean than in land Houston? He may never have seen a real spider in his life.]
You know weird shit, why can't I expect that? [ maybe dirk watched a documentary on Bugs because he's ridiculous??? ] But in that case I guess let's just, like. Head thataway. Lake-ward bound.
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[It's a lot easier than trying to keep track with his soul senses and calculate it all on the fly.]
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In the meantime...bugs. Should we like roll up our sleeves to expose pasty white skin fresh for the bitin'? I know exactly nothin' about live bugs.
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