[He's fine??? Let him live. He's hovering for a moment as he watches the clothing be separated into piles, easily able to tell what belongs to whom.]
Oh. That's cool. [Whether he means about Dave drawing clothes or him doing less laundry he doesn't say, but he's also immediately looking at his pile. There's definitely a look of appreciation because yes okay he likes bowties and fancier shit, but what really gets his attention is the dumb ghost shirt.]
Dude. [Okay well. Bye. He's going to dart forward and pick it up, shaking it out and noticing it's actually his size? And without thinking he's also moving to pull off his own shirt and swap to the ghost tee. Let him live.] I'm already afraid to ask what this looked like before Dirk fixed it, but sweet. Thanks. [There's a pause though before. Yeah. He picks up one of the Nic Cage socks.] ...really?
never, probably
Oh. That's cool. [Whether he means about Dave drawing clothes or him doing less laundry he doesn't say, but he's also immediately looking at his pile. There's definitely a look of appreciation because yes okay he likes bowties and fancier shit, but what really gets his attention is the dumb ghost shirt.]
Dude. [Okay well. Bye. He's going to dart forward and pick it up, shaking it out and noticing it's actually his size? And without thinking he's also moving to pull off his own shirt and swap to the ghost tee. Let him live.] I'm already afraid to ask what this looked like before Dirk fixed it, but sweet. Thanks. [There's a pause though before. Yeah. He picks up one of the Nic Cage socks.] ...really?