Rose might have spent her time primping and taking showers, and sure, Dave built that in too, but for the most part his preparation for what is probably his most stupid idea of all time consists of pacing, checking the time on his phone, and pacing some more. Every ten minutes he removes his tie and then every five he puts it back on. Wearing a suit for this is weird. But he can put it down to a joke, a bit of fun. The tie though, is a problem.
He doesn't even need to check his phone to know the time. Routines stick hard even when you're a time god. He's still got a fucking hour to go.
He holds out another twenty minutes before high tailing it to the library, he figures he can find something to read for one; puzzle the shit out of that Alternian.
When Rose finally arrives Dave is surprisingly entrenched in a book of Alternian poetry, phone in one hand with the alphabet translation up, it's slow progress but he's managed to squeeze a trickle of enjoyment from it. He's absently fiddling with the tie he left on so it's loose and sloppy, turns out a distraction does wonders for shooting that worry to pieces.
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He doesn't even need to check his phone to know the time. Routines stick hard even when you're a time god. He's still got a fucking hour to go.
He holds out another twenty minutes before high tailing it to the library, he figures he can find something to read for one; puzzle the shit out of that Alternian.
When Rose finally arrives Dave is surprisingly entrenched in a book of Alternian poetry, phone in one hand with the alphabet translation up, it's slow progress but he's managed to squeeze a trickle of enjoyment from it. He's absently fiddling with the tie he left on so it's loose and sloppy, turns out a distraction does wonders for shooting that worry to pieces.