[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:]
Liar. [The accusation is followed up with a giggle.] Your bedhead looks almost as bad as Yang's does sometimes, and lemme tell you, that's really a sight to see.
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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.
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[Dave, that is both not an answer and extremely transparent. His hair's sticking up all on one side.]
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[He masks one more jaw-cracking yawn and transfers Missy Elliott to drape over both his arms.]
So d'jou need me for something? I mean, not that I'm not happy to see your face, I'm just wondering to what do I owe the pleasure.