[There's a quirked eyebrow, and Dave vaults over the back of the couch, landing in a flurry of dust from the cushions with a soft 'whump'. He glances over, reaching for one of the myriad of things now in Tav's lap.]
you uh good there tav what did you sit on a tack or something fuck i wouldnt be surprised theres probably a couple shitty swords under the cushions those things are fucking everywhere possibly literally i think they might reproduce when im not looking
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you uh
good there tav
what did you sit on a tack or something
fuck i wouldnt be surprised
theres probably a couple shitty swords under the cushions
those things are fucking everywhere
possibly literally
i think they might reproduce when im not looking