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[windeity]

Probably whatever the opposite of a jungle is. So a desert? I'll be sure to pack the jerky water. [The smirk is evident in his tone at least.]

[parodeity]

In case we want to be absolutely certain we die of thirst?

[windeity]

Shut up, we'll pack normal water, too. If packing is a thing we have time for which seems to be the implications here.

Deserts are really sandy though. [Thanks John.]

[parodeity]

Luckily I'm fine with hot weather. You sure you won't melt, though, Washington?

[windeity]

I'll have you know I was in the desert for a little bit in a dream bubble! I can totally handle it.

[parodeity]

I'll believe it when I see it. But if it's a desert we'll have to get you some actual shades. Or those...glasses clip on sunglasses thingies?

[windeity]

I can wear shades...my eyesight isn't that bad.

[parodeity]

Ok, then how bad is it?

[windeity]

I don't know? Blurry, I guess? I can still wear sunglasses probably.

[parodeity]

Without trippin' over shit? Or with the trippin' included.

[windeity]

[A very, very long lull that's probably John falling asleep.]

...you can be a seeing eye dog then.

[parodeity]

[ a huff of air that might be a laugh, by dave strider standards. ]

I'll even let you hold my hand. [ go to sleep, john? dave's voice is quiet and amused. ]

[windeity]

Your palms would be gross in the desert. [THAT APPARENTLY IS IMPORTANT? And also his last real coherent thought, thank you for lulling him to sleep, Dave. The rest is just fragments of thought.]

...and dogs don't hold hands.

[parodeity]

My palms don't sweat much. [ rude! he will just reply until john passes the fuck out. ] And maybe I ain't a seein' eye dog, then.

[ he is more of a cat tbh. ]

[windeity]

You're better because you're Dave and don't bark. [Yep. That's it. Goodnight Dave, he'll talk to you later in the morning apparently.]

[parodeity]

Night, John. [ it's barely a whisper before he lets the connection drop. ]