[ Dave is laying on one of the beds, hanging his head over the edge and idly staring out one of the windows. He'd given up talking to Andrew a while ago, actually, but the thing about Dave Strider is that he frequently just talks to himself. At length. For ages, muttering and mumbling or just talking normally, not even expecting any response. He's pretty sure talking to yourself is just a natural kind of thing.
...He also raps to himself, so he may be tapping his foot against the window of the observatory as he talks/raps to himself, an even beat.
One eyebrow raises over the sunglasses he still never takes off, even all this way under the ocean. ]
Doesn't everyone? But talkin' to yourself is sort of a perfectly natural thing to do, and I'm gonna keep on doin' it unless you feel like cutting in and taking my conversational dance for a whirl, dude.
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...He also raps to himself, so he may be tapping his foot against the window of the observatory as he talks/raps to himself, an even beat.
One eyebrow raises over the sunglasses he still never takes off, even all this way under the ocean. ]
Doesn't everyone? But talkin' to yourself is sort of a perfectly natural thing to do, and I'm gonna keep on doin' it unless you feel like cutting in and taking my conversational dance for a whirl, dude.