(It's kind of true, but de Nile river was a beautiful sight this time of year. The request for privacy makes Dirk hesitate a second and feel a weird shift. He shuts off the part of his mind that springs up with paranoia, swiftly and effectively, his face a blank mask.)
You want to keep it on the downlow. Sure. I get it.
(He shrugs as if to show how unbothered he was by the idea. And he wasn't...Bothered. It just made him feel weird in a way he didn't feel like examining right now.)
Sure. It's the most familiar idea of a human I've got. (Even though he did consume plenty of media, he had spent more of his life with the idea of himself as the only real idea of a currently existing human male.)
I had another droid that looks like a bunny.
(With sunglasses like his, but still!)
Well, thank fuck 'cause I don't got any. (He's actually kind of relieved. He slips away from the counter. Part of him wants to grab Savage's hand to lead him, but instead, he just nods his head for Savage to follow.)
It'll go all the way if you let it. (He heads to his bedroom, which is a bit more of a mess, but at least he has a spacious mattress. The bed wasn't made, but it was clean, the sheets smelling a bit like citrus. There was no bedframe. The bed was just on the floor, and the ground was littered with clothes, puppets, and robot parts, yet again.
There were some random knives sticking out of the wall, and he had already hung up a few artistic pictures of muscular men dressed up as horses. Sorry, Savage.
It really did seem like he had just arrived and was still figuring out what to do with himself. He spins around to face Savage yet again, hand on hip, other hand in air.)
Okay, ground rules. First, the glasses stay on during sex. Second, I can do top or bottom. Third, you can slap my ass but I'll break your jaw if you try and slap my face. It will just make my fight or fight reaction kick. You can pull my hair, but if you pull it out, I will be pissed and not in a sexy way.
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You want to keep it on the downlow. Sure. I get it.
(He shrugs as if to show how unbothered he was by the idea. And he wasn't...Bothered. It just made him feel weird in a way he didn't feel like examining right now.)
Sure. It's the most familiar idea of a human I've got. (Even though he did consume plenty of media, he had spent more of his life with the idea of himself as the only real idea of a currently existing human male.)
I had another droid that looks like a bunny.
(With sunglasses like his, but still!)
Well, thank fuck 'cause I don't got any. (He's actually kind of relieved. He slips away from the counter. Part of him wants to grab Savage's hand to lead him, but instead, he just nods his head for Savage to follow.)
It'll go all the way if you let it. (He heads to his bedroom, which is a bit more of a mess, but at least he has a spacious mattress. The bed wasn't made, but it was clean, the sheets smelling a bit like citrus. There was no bedframe. The bed was just on the floor, and the ground was littered with clothes, puppets, and robot parts, yet again.
There were some random knives sticking out of the wall, and he had already hung up a few artistic pictures of muscular men dressed up as horses. Sorry, Savage.
It really did seem like he had just arrived and was still figuring out what to do with himself. He spins around to face Savage yet again, hand on hip, other hand in air.)
Okay, ground rules. First, the glasses stay on during sex. Second, I can do top or bottom. Third, you can slap my ass but I'll break your jaw if you try and slap my face. It will just make my fight or fight reaction kick. You can pull my hair, but if you pull it out, I will be pissed and not in a sexy way.