[ it's only out of stubbornness that Dave sleeps any later than that—until one thirty, as a matter of fact, and when he does finally drag himself back into the world of the living he looks like he needs a shave and probably a shower but he just heads straight for the kitchen and drinks apple juice straight out of the carton from the fridge.
whatever, he's famous, he can do what he wants. "mornings" aren't his thing any more than they are Tavros'. ]
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whatever, he's famous, he can do what he wants. "mornings" aren't his thing any more than they are Tavros'. ]