Her look of pity is met with the flattest expression Dave can muster, overall it looks pretty depressing because he’s hunched over the side of the pool looking wet and miserable like the failure he is. “At least now you know I was legit when I said me and water aren’t simpatico.” He gives her a knowing look through his shades, hoping she knows he’s never going to touch water again for at least a few months. Showers are overrated, he can just wear cologne forever, right?
He shrugs at her as she speaks, giving his hair a quick ruffle with the towel before deciding he can’t be fucked with the tiresome activity of getting dry. He drags his clothes on, regretting the choice straight away. Nothing feels more uncomfortable than dry clothes on a wet body. Well. Nothing other than this entire situation, really! He doesn’t think it’s possible to feel any lamer than he does.
He pushes himself up to stand next to Feferi once she seems to be gravitating around the pool, nodding sharply as she makes ALL of the implications. For what feels like the millionth time today, his cheeks are heating a little and his cool is very hard to keep as he folds his arms over his chest and shrugs almost violently. He is the most chill, the most calm, just look at that shrug.
“I dunno- it’s not like you’re obligated to fool around with me just cuz I made a douchelord out of myself.” Another shrug. “I mean if you wanna that’s cool but I’m not going to force it on you like some mouth breathing fedora wearing jackass.” Because macking sessions that aren’t mutually desired are just lame as fuck. “You don’t owe me, just trust me when I say I don’t do the water thing and won’t be ever again.”
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He shrugs at her as she speaks, giving his hair a quick ruffle with the towel before deciding he can’t be fucked with the tiresome activity of getting dry. He drags his clothes on, regretting the choice straight away. Nothing feels more uncomfortable than dry clothes on a wet body. Well. Nothing other than this entire situation, really! He doesn’t think it’s possible to feel any lamer than he does.
He pushes himself up to stand next to Feferi once she seems to be gravitating around the pool, nodding sharply as she makes ALL of the implications. For what feels like the millionth time today, his cheeks are heating a little and his cool is very hard to keep as he folds his arms over his chest and shrugs almost violently. He is the most chill, the most calm, just look at that shrug.
“I dunno- it’s not like you’re obligated to fool around with me just cuz I made a douchelord out of myself.” Another shrug. “I mean if you wanna that’s cool but I’m not going to force it on you like some mouth breathing fedora wearing jackass.” Because macking sessions that aren’t mutually desired are just lame as fuck. “You don’t owe me, just trust me when I say I don’t do the water thing and won’t be ever again.”