Dave proceeded into his own quarters. He needed some alone time. He'd already socially exhausted himself today, and besides. The preparation for his most important mission yet is almost complete. He left the others behind to gather himself back up.
Dave closed the door behind him, but didn't lock it. He sat on the edge of his bed as he barely registered his items within said room. Recorders, turn tables, random junk, a laptop, a small closet, and a pile of dirty laundry. He even kept a few essentials, or memoirs of his bro. Like the Puppet so lovingly named Cal, who sat on a dresser, staring at Dave, his mocking grin glinted with the gold tooth.
Removing his shades, Dave lied back in the Bed as he toyed with a ring. It wasn't special, and didn't belong to him. He'd just found it in the dirt, so guess that makes it his now. He closed his eyes to catch some z's. Power nap. 20 minutes tops. His legs were killing him from so many antics today. Thank god he's a fast healer.