(Dirk would quickly realize he definitely enjoyed kissing someone who wasn't having second thoughts about kissing him.
He hesitates after the question, actually contemplating it.)
Not that I can think of. I'll see where the night goes and send you a review later.
(Is he being serious? Most likely. Dirk was fucking weird.
Maybe it was because he lived a bizarre reality that relied on video game mechanics, but the lamps didn't stress Dirk out too badly. There's no fun in traveling through the woods - a major reason as to why Dirk chose such a secluded place, to begin with. He grunts quietly when Ruin clings a bit more tightly to him. It didn't hurt.)
I hope I'm on someone's menu tonight. (Said idly, under his breath. He tips his head. Smoke begins to roll off of him, taking the shape of a seagull before finally an actual seagull swoops out. His omen flaps ahead.)
Just follow Atlas. (Not that it was too complicated of a path. There's a cabin tucked away against the line of trees. A fence post is decorated with two orange lanterns hanging over a stone path to the house. What looked like a horse stood in the front yard, incense smoke pouring out of its mouth, and upon closer inspection, it was just a metal sculpture made to look like a horse.)
Hate to break it to you, but you'll probably have to let me go so I can get us inside safely.
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(Dirk would quickly realize he definitely enjoyed kissing someone who wasn't having second thoughts about kissing him.
He hesitates after the question, actually contemplating it.)
Not that I can think of. I'll see where the night goes and send you a review later.
(Is he being serious? Most likely. Dirk was fucking weird.
Maybe it was because he lived a bizarre reality that relied on video game mechanics, but the lamps didn't stress Dirk out too badly. There's no fun in traveling through the woods - a major reason as to why Dirk chose such a secluded place, to begin with. He grunts quietly when Ruin clings a bit more tightly to him. It didn't hurt.)
I hope I'm on someone's menu tonight. (Said idly, under his breath. He tips his head. Smoke begins to roll off of him, taking the shape of a seagull before finally an actual seagull swoops out. His omen flaps ahead.)
Just follow Atlas. (Not that it was too complicated of a path. There's a cabin tucked away against the line of trees. A fence post is decorated with two orange lanterns hanging over a stone path to the house. What looked like a horse stood in the front yard, incense smoke pouring out of its mouth, and upon closer inspection, it was just a metal sculpture made to look like a horse.)
Hate to break it to you, but you'll probably have to let me go so I can get us inside safely.