Dave was not used to being woken up before the crack of noon during the summer. That plus the heavy knot of greasy pizza and late night sitting in his digestive tract made him cranky and belligerent when Bro first woke him up. Once he remembered why he was being woken up, however, he was quick to hop to and start getting ready.
He had shoved a change of clothes and his camera into a backpack, and was currently lacing up his chucks when Bro poked his head in again. "Just lemme get my shoes on, Jesus," he muttered, looping a big bunny-ears bow with the dingy, beat-up laces that were once white. Once his shoes were tied, he stood up and adjusted his backpack on his shoulders, looking up at Bro expectantly (of course, he was wearing his shades, so his eyes were hidden).
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He had shoved a change of clothes and his camera into a backpack, and was currently lacing up his chucks when Bro poked his head in again. "Just lemme get my shoes on, Jesus," he muttered, looping a big bunny-ears bow with the dingy, beat-up laces that were once white. Once his shoes were tied, he stood up and adjusted his backpack on his shoulders, looking up at Bro expectantly (of course, he was wearing his shades, so his eyes were hidden).
"We hoofing it there?" he asked.