When Dave was comfortable on the futon is when Bro finally comes back, or rather smashes the door open and simply barges in and makes a bee line to their bathroom. The older Strider makes quick work with grabbing some band aids from a cupboard to tend some of the worst wounds on his body. Not looking fresh or healthy with his bloody shirt tells that he had gotten into some trouble, yet, his face is as neutral as ever. "Dave, pack your stuff, we're leaving. Where's the derp?"
Dave sighs looking at Bro with a raised eyebrow. "He went home and why?" He asked waiting for Bro's response. "Did you get in a fight or something?" He asked. The younger Strider made no move to pack since he was somewhat used to this.
One moment Bro would tell him to pack and then next he was told to unpack. He looked down when he felt his phone go off telling him