Of course, you are. A guy named Savage would have to be reckless. (Somehow he's not even slightly surprised by this. The guy seemed built for violence and it would make sense that he would serve as an absolute shit brick house on the battlefield like that.
It already was making him wonder what the dude would be like in the sack as much as it made him wonder about how he'd fight. Some part of him wanted to jump him right now and slam him through the air, but he felt like they were attempting to bond and a sudden kick to the face might break the moment.)
I liked the robot that took care of me growing up. He's here with me, actually. He's sick at rapping. (An absent statement, his mind wandering to Savage's own childhood.) So, did Maul raise you then?
(Brothers were so good at meddling though.)
He'd be a shitty brother if he didn't interfere. I was the same with my bro. I was like dude, if that alien bussy makes you happy, reach for the fucking stars and snatch it up. Keep it close. (Granted, that didn't work out too well seeing as the alien in question was here, but hey. He hesitates then, moving to fold his arms over his chest.)
Are you devoid of happiness? (It's a blunt question, but they seemed to be discussing a lot of blunt subjects right now.) Cheese. Got it.
(He probably will for the sake of irony.
What did he mind? Isn't that the million-dollar question? Dirk's expression doesn't so much as flicker. There were a dozen jokes he could make, a dozen bullshit answers he could rattle off. Give some flirty statement about something sexual. Instead, he decides to go with sincerity.)
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It already was making him wonder what the dude would be like in the sack as much as it made him wonder about how he'd fight. Some part of him wanted to jump him right now and slam him through the air, but he felt like they were attempting to bond and a sudden kick to the face might break the moment.)
I liked the robot that took care of me growing up. He's here with me, actually. He's sick at rapping. (An absent statement, his mind wandering to Savage's own childhood.) So, did Maul raise you then?
(Brothers were so good at meddling though.)
He'd be a shitty brother if he didn't interfere. I was the same with my bro. I was like dude, if that alien bussy makes you happy, reach for the fucking stars and snatch it up. Keep it close. (Granted, that didn't work out too well seeing as the alien in question was here, but hey. He hesitates then, moving to fold his arms over his chest.)
Are you devoid of happiness? (It's a blunt question, but they seemed to be discussing a lot of blunt subjects right now.) Cheese. Got it.
(He probably will for the sake of irony.
What did he mind? Isn't that the million-dollar question? Dirk's expression doesn't so much as flicker. There were a dozen jokes he could make, a dozen bullshit answers he could rattle off. Give some flirty statement about something sexual. Instead, he decides to go with sincerity.)
Uselessness. It's unacceptable.