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[knightime]

Sup all. This is Dave Strider. I guess I'm unavailable or you wouldn't be hearing this. Hit me up and I'll get back to you.

Holla.

[Record your message after the beep. Once you are done, hang up, or dial one for more options.

Beeeeeeeeeeep.]

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Day 459 TEXT ---> Action

[timaeus_testified]

[The reply is not what he expected to hear, yet it's been his experience with Davesprite. Some tight band inside his chest loosens up. He lets out a breath he didn't even realize he'd been holding.]

We're kids, we're going to make mistakes from time to time.
It's how we learn.
From what you're saying, I know I don't have to say talking shit out is a hell of a lot better than silence.
It sounds like we're on the same radio wave.

[He wonders what to say about that. So he just types the first thing in his head.]

We're cool, Dave.
I wouldn't ditch you, either.

I'll see you in a few minutes.

[The speakers in Stride are thumping whenever Dave arrives. Some song about it being no place for a hero or a better man as Dirk looks over a blueprint laid out on the bar and held in place by two empty mugs.

He makes a few marks in the top and tells the native bartender a line of instruction before he nods to his brother, waving him over.]

Turns out Roxy left behind some journals in case she ever left. That girl always plans ahead.

Day 459 Action

[knightime]

[Dave leans on the bar, across from Dirk. Casual.

The conversation they had was done and dealt with. Won't bring it up unless it feels right to do so. He doesn't think they need to talk about it again. The two of them on the same plane.]

Must be a Lalonde thing. [Kind of. Rose had the upperhand to being a seer.] Or she knew a pair of Striders might recreat a scene of two headless chickens on the offchance she disappears.