[Rose eyes him as well. She'd never before wondered if sprites aged, but now she does. Davesprite does look awfully young--though that might just be because the Dave she's been living with is older: taller, stubblier, deeper-voiced. She herself has grown, she knows; hair a little longer, face a little narrower, figure a little lankier--more like her mother's.]
Oh, please. You know that ladies mature faster, and you were hardly a single day older than me in the first place. I was always destined to be the elder twin in practice.
[She is surprised at how nice it is to see him, considering that she saw her own Dave only a few minutes ago. No, she thinks, this one's "my" Dave as well. This is the Dave that spent months in a desolate doomed timeline with her, a Dave that the meteor Dave could never quite be.
Instead of ruminating too much on thoughts of Daveception, Rose broadens her ever-present smirk and holds out a balled hand for what she deems a suitably ironic and traditional fist bunp greeting.]
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[Rose eyes him as well. She'd never before wondered if sprites aged, but now she does. Davesprite does look awfully young--though that might just be because the Dave she's been living with is older: taller, stubblier, deeper-voiced. She herself has grown, she knows; hair a little longer, face a little narrower, figure a little lankier--more like her mother's.]
Oh, please. You know that ladies mature faster, and you were hardly a single day older than me in the first place. I was always destined to be the elder twin in practice.
[She is surprised at how nice it is to see him, considering that she saw her own Dave only a few minutes ago. No, she thinks, this one's "my" Dave as well. This is the Dave that spent months in a desolate doomed timeline with her, a Dave that the meteor Dave could never quite be.
Instead of ruminating too much on thoughts of Daveception, Rose broadens her ever-present smirk and holds out a balled hand for what she deems a suitably ironic and traditional fist bunp greeting.]