[Dave's kind of had a wild adventure already, too — he used a giant Unreal Air as a bridge across a crevasse of lava, as said giant Unreal Air tried its damndest to glitch out of its designated place and catch some air. he was shielded from a giant molten applesauce explosion by a weird old crow man. he met Leonardo da Vinci, apparently???]
[he still found the time to decorate his side of the shared quarters. there's a familiar jar on his desk, and a familiar, though now torn, fishing net tacked to the wall. it's a badge of both shame and of triumph. on his bed, there's a familiar unspeakably shitty weapon and a ... suit?]
[anyway, you know how when you're so used to the absurd, no particular moment of absurdity manages to surprise you anymore?]
[this is not one of those moments. when Dave opens the door, he actually seems a bit taken aback by the complete disaster of a boyfriend standing in front of him.]
man i have no idea what time is
[he still found the time to decorate his side of the shared quarters. there's a familiar jar on his desk, and a familiar, though now torn, fishing net tacked to the wall. it's a badge of both shame and of triumph. on his bed, there's a familiar unspeakably shitty weapon and a ... suit?]
[anyway, you know how when you're so used to the absurd, no particular moment of absurdity manages to surprise you anymore?]
[this is not one of those moments. when Dave opens the door, he actually seems a bit taken aback by the complete disaster of a boyfriend standing in front of him.]
Dude, what — [hang on, let him just ...]
— what the hell happened to your hand?