[Ruby can be forgiven for thinking Dave would be awake, given that it is an entirely reasonable hour of the day and Dave was definitely up for breakfast. Yet the Dave that opens the door to greet her is a bleary, cowlicky Dave, Missy Elliott the Larvesta tucked under his arm like a pillow despite her weight. He must have fallen asleep playing on his 'Gear.
He covers a yawn and rubs his eyes under his shades, mumbling:]
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[Ruby can be forgiven for thinking Dave would be awake, given that it is an entirely reasonable hour of the day and Dave was definitely up for breakfast. Yet the Dave that opens the door to greet her is a bleary, cowlicky Dave, Missy Elliott the Larvesta tucked under his arm like a pillow despite her weight. He must have fallen asleep playing on his 'Gear.
He covers a yawn and rubs his eyes under his shades, mumbling:]
M'nn Ruby. 'Sup.