[ eventually, david shows up. he does his best to get around closing as few traps as possible — no idea what evan classes as messing with his shit — and that slows him down, and he tries not to think about the fact that he's been through here so much lately that he's starting to recognise some of the signs of a trap at just a glance. not the most hidden ones, and he doesn't catch them quickly enough to make him feel confident not really taking his time to move through the estate, but enough to add weight to the box of things involving trapper that he opts not to think about. ]
[ david jogs up the outside staircase, hands shoved in his jacket pockets as he walks the landing and comes through the door. ]
Thought about how to boost my odds.
[ since evan's leaning against the console, david opts to take the chair and throw himself down in it (with little care for the way it creaks in protest when he does,) bag rattling as he swings it off his shoulder into his lap. ]
[ he also considers putting his feet up on the console but decides that'd probably be pushing it. ]
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[ david jogs up the outside staircase, hands shoved in his jacket pockets as he walks the landing and comes through the door. ]
Thought about how to boost my odds.
[ since evan's leaning against the console, david opts to take the chair and throw himself down in it (with little care for the way it creaks in protest when he does,) bag rattling as he swings it off his shoulder into his lap. ]
[ he also considers putting his feet up on the console but decides that'd probably be pushing it. ]