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[Dirk uses his shades to check the text in the morning because you know. It would be a thing to try to get the communicator back from Dave. He is not exactly more sure about what happened than he was before but at least he read the dumb messages.

Anyway, later in the day—]

A mop isn't an electric sponge. It's an aquatic broom.

[ dave would flip him off, but: ]

Ok, I'll let that one slide since you're not wrong.

[ also he's not going to move since it's still morning and whatever? not that he ever sleeps in particularly long, since he tends to rise early, but sometimes he will just lounge around doing nothing. ]

However, fuck you for not talkin' with me about them last night.

You needed to go to bed. Aquatic brooms were not going to make you go to bed.

[And therefore, he would not.]

The goal was to get you to distract me arguin' about them and bullshittin' stuff until I wasn't thinkin' about anythin' else and then could go to bed more easily?

[ like

he could have said so but ]

That's a reasonable goal, but consider also that I was offering you lullabies instead.

[And lullabies are great??? So like Dirk's strategy wins.]

How're you feeling?

Consider we could've discussed alternative names for household objects?

[ he's not saying lullabies aren't great though. ]

I'm ok. How are you?

We're going to discuss that for the rest of our eternal lives.

[It's a curse.]

Wondering about the nightmare. [His voice has softened.] We don't have to talk about it. I'm just a little worried.

You didn't wanna discuss it with me in my time of need though?

[ dave stop complaining. he hesitates. ]

It wasn't anythin' major. Just...a nightmare, you know? Not about you the usual way.

I wanted to sing you a lullaby in your time of need.

[LULLABIES ARE BETTER!

He recognizes that hesitation. He quiets down.] What was the way? [He is pretty sure the usual way is his head gone John the Baptist. He is afraid that he already knows what this different way is.]

The usual way is lovingly totin' your head around. And also your body. And like, the part before that.

[ stall tactics 101: deliberate misunderstandings. ]

That's what I figured it was.

[Response tactic: just wait until Dave's ready.]

I mean, there are other usual ones too.

[ the terrorscape of dave's mind is vast and varied. he hates it so much. ]

But that's like, director's cut favorite material right there.

It isn't great stuff.

[It is kinda awful, in fact. Not for Dirk, who was mostly dead for it. But for Dave.]

Yeah, well.

[ it is what it is. ]

What's your overactive imagination picturin' over there?

A particularly unpleasant interpretation of our talk about our aspects and identity.

[Dirk hurting Dave. Physically or emotionally, it doesn't matter much even if one is worse. It's still Dirk hurting Dave.]

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Oh.

[ maybe dirk should stop being a fucking genius for two seconds? he could try. it would be great. he could not pick up on any of dave's asides or guesstimate where his brain was at. it would be great. ]

Do you ever have nightmares around your weirdo split thingy or does that like, negate all of them.

[Well, he nailed that. He isn't hurt by it, but it is still... saddening. Or painful, maybe but not for himself.]

Not really. There have only been brief periods where dreaming was even a theoretical option. Mostly, if my consciousness doesn't shunt off to the dream bubbles, or the Derse body or the dreamscape depending on availability, I'm just out.

[Like the working to exhaustion also may have things to do with that but not enough sample data here.]

It's not exactly what you're thinkin'.

[ which isn't to say it's good, but. also: ]

Maybe an actual sleep schedule will make it so you're not just out. And then you can join the rest of us in havin' your brain helpfully supply you with fun and exciting trips through your issues and random thoughts while you're tryin' to sleep.

You're doing a stunning job selling a sensible sleep cycle to me.

[Thanks Dave.]

What was it?

Sometimes you get to have good dreams, too. I mean, I do not have those very often myself? But I'm told they exist.

[ yw dirk ]

It was just...a bad day. No big deal.

[His mind is made for connections. It might be the wrong one but it is so easy for him to make.]

A bad day from me. [The little lift. Yes?]

It was just a memory at first. Not a bad day from you.

[ just one of those Bad Days he refused to expand upon, back when dirk asked what constituted a bad day. ]

[Days he doesn't know if he can even begin to imagine.]

Then what happened?

I couldn't remember if I was dead or dreamin'.

[ rose asked him that one and it's stuck around in his mind ever since, because it was always a good question in the game. it'd been a question he'd asked first, that she'd mirrored back at him.

am i dead or asleep? try to remember. sometimes when he's sleeping, he can't recall, and he twists himself up trying.

it doesn't answer "then what", except it hadn't been rose who'd asked this time. ]

You were there, too. [ too, not instead of. ]

[That doesn't still answer 'then what.' He doesn't want to shove; he wants to let Dave take his time.

So he just nods. He was there too, and Dave didn't know if he was dead or dreaming.]

January 26 you'll bet your ass you were thwarted

I'M STILL WINNING, BUT CRUELTY

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