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[windeity]

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

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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.

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

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

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[ 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. ]

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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.

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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. ]

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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.]

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