(Striders were literally created to be warriors. There was a reason they had both been placed into aggressive classes. Why they were both familiar and comfortable with death and dying. Dave had grown used to his own corpse even more than Dirk had adjusted to his.)
I like to hear that. It would be sexier to see it.
(So sue him. He liked a guy who could hold his own. It was hot.)
False. There is a wide range of colors in nature for a reason. Colors can indicate the danger level of a creature or what you're dealing with in your ecosystem...
(There's some noise on his end. Presumably Dirk leaving his own place.)
I never get lost. I'll see you soon.
(He ends the call there. When he arrives at the other lamp, it's evident why it had taken him some time. He had taken a lot of time to transform his face to look more like a deer's, even going as far to work on some prosthetic ears and lightweight horns. His usual black lenses were replaced with red ones. He had on a brown crop-top edged with fur and complete with a red harness because Dirk was not one to skimp on the themed details. A pleated brown skirt complete with brown thigh-highs and low-cut black boots.
Despite the outfit, he didn't look more delicate. The outfit seemed to exist the muscles he had, making the shape of his thighs more blatant, the tone and definition of his stomach and width of his shoulders better emphasized. He wasn't dressing to look like a woman or feminine - regardless of the skirt. He was dressing to appeal to a baser instinct in men and he hoped that the same appeal would work on a Zabrak. Even if it didn't, he liked how he looked right now. He knew he wore the outfit well. Dirk lacked many things, but confidence had never been one of them.
He follows Ruin back to Savage's house and when he shows up, he announces himself with an effortless swagger, strolling in. The moment he actually sees Savage in person, he cocks his hip to the side and lifts a hand into the air.)
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(Striders were literally created to be warriors. There was a reason they had both been placed into aggressive classes. Why they were both familiar and comfortable with death and dying. Dave had grown used to his own corpse even more than Dirk had adjusted to his.)
I like to hear that. It would be sexier to see it.
(So sue him. He liked a guy who could hold his own. It was hot.)
False. There is a wide range of colors in nature for a reason. Colors can indicate the danger level of a creature or what you're dealing with in your ecosystem...
(There's some noise on his end. Presumably Dirk leaving his own place.)
I never get lost. I'll see you soon.
(He ends the call there. When he arrives at the other lamp, it's evident why it had taken him some time. He had taken a lot of time to transform his face to look more like a deer's, even going as far to work on some prosthetic ears and lightweight horns. His usual black lenses were replaced with red ones. He had on a brown crop-top edged with fur and complete with a red harness because Dirk was not one to skimp on the themed details. A pleated brown skirt complete with brown thigh-highs and low-cut black boots.
Despite the outfit, he didn't look more delicate. The outfit seemed to exist the muscles he had, making the shape of his thighs more blatant, the tone and definition of his stomach and width of his shoulders better emphasized. He wasn't dressing to look like a woman or feminine - regardless of the skirt. He was dressing to appeal to a baser instinct in men and he hoped that the same appeal would work on a Zabrak. Even if it didn't, he liked how he looked right now. He knew he wore the outfit well. Dirk lacked many things, but confidence had never been one of them.
He follows Ruin back to Savage's house and when he shows up, he announces himself with an effortless swagger, strolling in. The moment he actually sees Savage in person, he cocks his hip to the side and lifts a hand into the air.)
Merry Christmas. You're about to get laid.