Once he's turned away from the door, Dave is going to let himself smile like the smug bastard he is. Just for a moment, anyway. He then proceeds to dawdle off to his room, opening the door to reveal the shrine to teenage boyhood that it is. He's not entirely sure it's at a princess inspection standard, so he spends most of his time alone trying to discreetly shuffle all of the crap around so it resembles neatness.
Once that's done, he's decidedly unbothered by his damp clothing. He doesn't want to chance her bursting in all excited while he's trying to switch outfits. Instead, he's going to flop backward onto his bed and squint at the ceiling.
When she knocks? He forces himself to remain still, but he calls out 'yo' to let her know he's oh so available. He chuckles at the question, casting a glance to his bedside clock without really acknowledging what it says.
"I can let it slide this time." He pushes himself up into a sitting position. "You look good with your hair like that." Just putting that out there.
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Date: 2013-07-22 03:36 pm (UTC)Once that's done, he's decidedly unbothered by his damp clothing. He doesn't want to chance her bursting in all excited while he's trying to switch outfits. Instead, he's going to flop backward onto his bed and squint at the ceiling.
When she knocks? He forces himself to remain still, but he calls out 'yo' to let her know he's oh so available. He chuckles at the question, casting a glance to his bedside clock without really acknowledging what it says.
"I can let it slide this time." He pushes himself up into a sitting position. "You look good with your hair like that." Just putting that out there.