http://usedsickbeats.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] usedsickbeats.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] route_1065 2011-04-14 07:26 pm (UTC)

His shades reflected the screen of his device, glowing brightly against his face. Honestly, it was the only thing that Dave could actually see in the darkness of the cave.

They had spent a fair amount of time-- he and Rose -- making the trek through the caves. The idea of a race was pretty appealing, but it didn't sound all that smart to Strider. Still, hey, made this place a little less boring. He'd prodded at John with playful competition, until they had finally broken out in their little "Marco-Polo" game. Didn't seem all that tactful to be doing it via text, but Dave greatly enjoyed the irony on the matter.

He smirked as he texted away to John, giving a small, brief snicker at the constant replies of "Polo" to his "Marco". He didn't make much commentary to Rose, still finding it slightly tense to be hanging around her. It was easier to just keep in contact with Egbert.

Though the sudden change of text color and... Was that a honk? Dave's eyebrows perked, confused. He typed a response quickly.


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