I dunno, dude. There are all kinds of internet forms that practically demand I review hot, steamy alien sex.
(He's a slave to the masses, Savage. What would his fans do if he fell silent on such a pivotal life experience?
There are more important things than teasing Savage though. Primarily, boning Savage. Or getting boned by Savage. Dirk was open-minded. He moves to enter his humble abode- and it really is quite humble for the moment. He wasn't sure if he wanted to shack up permanently here, but it would work as a good safehouse. There were metal hunks everywhere. One of his robots sat in the corner, an identical replica of Dirk except in silver metal parts fused together. It lifts its head, red lenses reflecting briefly.)
Stand down, Brobot. (The command translates well and the robot lowers its head.)
So. (Dirk's realizing that this is his first actual attempt at a random lay. He has literally no fucking clue what he's doing, but he'd rather die than act like that. The kitchen's right there so he tucks his hands into his pockets and pivots on his heel, leaning a hip back against the island.
Act cool.)
Should I offer you a drink here or do you just want to skip the bullshit and head to the bedroom?
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(He's a slave to the masses, Savage. What would his fans do if he fell silent on such a pivotal life experience?
There are more important things than teasing Savage though. Primarily, boning Savage. Or getting boned by Savage. Dirk was open-minded. He moves to enter his humble abode- and it really is quite humble for the moment. He wasn't sure if he wanted to shack up permanently here, but it would work as a good safehouse. There were metal hunks everywhere. One of his robots sat in the corner, an identical replica of Dirk except in silver metal parts fused together. It lifts its head, red lenses reflecting briefly.)
Stand down, Brobot. (The command translates well and the robot lowers its head.)
So. (Dirk's realizing that this is his first actual attempt at a random lay. He has literally no fucking clue what he's doing, but he'd rather die than act like that. The kitchen's right there so he tucks his hands into his pockets and pivots on his heel, leaning a hip back against the island.
Act cool.)
Should I offer you a drink here or do you just want to skip the bullshit and head to the bedroom?