[And live in eternal regret likely. He didn't know what sort of 'sour' they were talking here, that he was likely to make the most disgusted face when the time came. He was, after all, gamely to try most things even if it involved regret and him washing his mouth out.]
My Master said the Kamanoians were responsible for the clones, and their facilities were vast pristine. Once they outlived their usefulness, they would be dismantled. Perhaps goo is used there too.
[He had never advanced that far into his training to know what it was he was actually meant for. He had been told the major players and how to navigate many of them, but he was an assassin and his missions played on those strengths. As many would decide, he wasn't the most worldly or smart, but he could learn and quickly too. Scientist he would never be.]
Are you planning on taking on the gods? [It actually sounded like something Dirk would do. When it came to combat, the blond seemed to be fearless.] And you told me to leave your glasses alone. When you're ready, you'll take them off for me or let me do it. [Or even better, Savage will dare to wear them and look ridiculous.]
Well, if these meet-ups continue, I'm certain we will explore many, if not, all of your fantasies.
[He appreciated more than he should having a fuck buddy. And it helped that he actually managed to get along with Dirk better than he did with others who just plain decided his way of thinking wasn't in line with their own.]
We live in the city, so lots of hot water. I haven't tested how long it lasts, but you should succeed in washing and lounging.
[He didn't use a lot of water, coming from a place of little. It was habit to make do with as little as possible just in case.]
(He would no doubt crack up when Savage tried a raw lemon.)
In our situation, we had an idiot kid cloning us. (Not nearly as intense or organized as an entire clone army being produced. Though some part of him did feel like he could relate to feeling as though he had to always be useful or else he may as well be scrap metal.)
I will probably pick a fight with one sooner than later. Might as well see what they're worth. (AKA yup. He's going to try and whoop god ass very soon. He didn't fear death, but he also didn't fear pain. What he feared was incompetency.)
I will. (Of anyone in this place, he could see himself lowering his shades for Savage. He felt like the man wouldn't hold anything against him.)
What about you? Do you have any fantasies you would want to try out?
(Because this wasn't a one-man dance. Dirk was self-centered, but he wasn't selfish. He liked the idea of thrilling Savage as much as he enjoyed the idea of Savage rocking his world.
Like Savage, Dirk found himself deeply grateful for the companionship. It was something he thought he would never have. He intended to keep it going for as long as he was allowed.)
I like to think in the shower. (He actually likes to completely dissociate and travel around in other splints of his soul, but that's more complicated to explain.)
So, if a humanling created you, how come that person didn't make many of you all at once so you could be together? [He wasn't exactly in touch with the idea of time paradox and multiple realities that could come together or be separate. He knew timelines existed, what with his brother being from after he died and all that, but that was here.]
Don't you think you should learn more about them before throwing your weight around? [His tone made it clear he didn't condemn Dirk for any idea of picking a fight. He would probably relish a good one himself, but he had learned to hold himself back for a good plan before throwing himself in.] I wonder if the gods here can kill you. Since everyone here has to have been changed in order to arrive here.
[He hummed at the question, thinking it over. There were plenty of fantasies of a young Zabrak, but they seemed so out of touch now that he had seen more of the galaxy. And for him, he was all for experimenting on what seemed like a good idea at the time.]
Sort of. It would be interesting to be taken and have my horns be grabbed and used to control my head. When I was experimenting in my village, my horns hadn't been long enough to grasp.
Otherwise, I find thrills in being slammed around. Sex is just another physical altercation sometimes, and denting walls would be exciting.
[He had never spoken of such things to anyone outside of his village, not even his brother. Amazing how having a sexual partner opened him up to actually talking about what he enjoyed about sex.
Think in the shower? That probably wasn't unusual, right? Sometimes he wondered how far into that blond head Dirk wanted to go, or if the depths of it were dangerous.]
He technically did. Eight of us were made, but I do not believe he had control of where and when we were sent. (Dirk hadn't been a time or space player, so that hadn't been his jurisdiction either. Although he had figured out ways around the problem, that had only been after years.
Dirk shrugs.)
I have been reading up on them. There appears to be a somewhat limited history per the Pthumerians, but there are a few sources that suggest that you can kill some Pthumerians. I'm willing to test it out. (He didn't feel it would be a loss if he did wind up permanently dead, but he sincerely didn't believe that would happen.)
I can technically be killed if certain circumstances are met. But I don't believe it will be much of an issue here.
(One way to find out! But Savage wasn't wrong.)
I can absolutely do that for you. (It would be incredible fucking Savage raw like that. Slamming him around and taking him...Mmm.) We'll add that to our list.
(There were few things Dirk would say no to.
Savage was right to wonder. Dirk could get lost in himself and no one had ever really been around in his life to properly experience that first hand. When all of your relationships had been virtual, there was a lot lost. Dirk didn't really know what was or wasn't normal either.)
No, I haven't. (He sounds intrigued by the idea. He automatically starts to think about Savage dripping wet and glistening with soap. Mmm. It might just be worth sacrificing his quiet time for.)
That would mean you'd see me totally naked. (Hair unstyled and everything.)
So he was an idiot. Maybe it would have been better for all of you to be raised together.
[After all, for all the clones might be skilled canon fodder, he had seen them treat each other similar to how he and Feral and even how he and Maul treated each other. One could recognize familial bonds when having one themselves, even if Dirk had talked about a brother. He'd even seen that brother in that memory share situation, though how that Dirk measured to this one he was still trying to decide.]
Killing one is probably possible with a good plan. I expect that attacking one might bring more to the fight. [Those of the same species tended to band together unless they were enemies in which case... well, he expected Dirk would find out more about the Pthumerian's alliances with those bold moves.
He'd be watching. It would be useful information for his brother.]
I assume the kind of circumstances that are hard to come by. [And that wasn't him probing for details. He really didn't care to know, preferring the mystery of Dirk's immortality. It was exciting as it was dangerous.]
Oh, we have a list now? You do seem the sort to have such matters written down and crossing it off.
[It bemused him that there was a list. He had gone into this thinking it would be one-off, maybe another time or two. At least he thought neither of them had gone into this with expectations of something long-term, not that he would deny it had benefits. Someone familiar with him and his body and also someone he could trust even if there was emotional distance.
Of course, it was his turn to add to the list that apparently existed. Shower sex. That would be interesting, given he wasn't much for 'wasting' water.] Are you adding that to this list too?
[Savage chuffed in an affectionate way.] I've already seen you naked. Aside from your shades. I expect you're attractive now matter how much of a mess I encounter or leave you.
Pretty much yeah. (Egbert was an okay kid and all, but he was a massive dork that was responsible for Dirk's creation at the end of the day. He wonders if that really would have been better, and admits, rather quietly:)
I can't imagine what that would have been like.
(Either he would have been the closest to normal as possible, or he would have become an absolute monster. The thing was he did deeply love his friends. He missed them every single day he didn't talk to them. But some part of him thought that if any of them had to vanish into the void and show up in this city, he was glad it was him. Another part of him felt anxious that he wasn't back with them because he knew what they needed to stay safe.)
Maybe. Just because they share the same race doesn't necessarily mean they are friends with each other. Some might even join the fight to help me.
They are, yes. (Savage doesn't probe and Dirk doesn't expand. He's just fine with that arrangement.)
I will make a color-coded excel sheet.
(Organized by kink and rated by a desire to accomplish.
Maybe it was short-term and a few times, but it was nice to think about having someone they could both depend on intimately. Even if it didn't become something more or ended one day - it would be worth having in the meantime.)
Hell yeah, I am. (He was here to live the kind of life he would have never been able to otherwise.)
I could explain it to you at some point, but it wouldn't be the same as living it.
[It wasn't as if his upbringing was typical after all, but he at least had his younger brother for much of it. He had something worth protecting, and for all the Brothers formed loose bonds with each other, they still could come together and be social. They had to work together after all or Dathomir would kill the loners quickly.
He hummed in agreement, expecting that to have a strong potential. It wasn't clear to him how the 'gods' interacted with each other so far.] Perhaps you will start a war among them. A few of the old ones seemed to dislike each other in Deerington.
[Dirk couldn't see it, but Savage definitely rolled his eyes at the notion of colour-coding. That was a bit much, and he'd prefer to keep a mental list. Of course, he was certain if Dirk knew it bristled him a little that it would be used to tease him. Play it cool, right?]
Won't everything just be coded in different shades of orange, since that's your favourite colour?
[He was pleased to continue this as long as Dirk was agreeable. It wasn't as if he had prospects lining up to have a go at him, and he didn't deny having that kind of physical outlet had soothed some of his gripes with this place. Maybe it wasn't so terrible. And there was something to be said for being able to steal some honesty without judgment or pity out of someone.]
It would be better if I could butter you here. You better have started making your way in my direction.
No, it wouldn't be. But I appreciate the sentiment.
(Dirk was okay with that though. While he was aware of his living situation, he tried not to linger on it in general. Some part of him felt it was for the best as well that he had grown up that way.
Plus, he was now exposed to dozens of people.)
Wouldn't be the first time I started a war in a place I just woke up in. (And because this is Dirk, he sounds vaguely bored by the notion.) Psychologically if they have beef with each other already, they are going to look for the quickest route for validating that beef. I don't mind being a powder keg for a bunch of gods. It's fun being a catalyst.
(This time he sounds like he's smirking. Then he laughs yet again. It was amazing how often Savage actually managed to make Dirk Strider laugh. Maybe it was because the guy wasn't trying to make him laugh.)
Damn. You got me. Fifty shades of orange.
(Which is probably a joke that may or may not land with Savage. The honesty was refreshing. Dirk didn't feel like he needed to coddle Savage or lie to him. Dirk had no real social dynamics to judge Savage with. He liked what they had.)
Cool your horns. I was getting dolled up for you. I'll be there in a few minutes.
[Sentiment was about all he could offer when it came to being with growing up surrounded by both adults and kits his own age. It was unique feeling, but he expected that Dirk would get to see a show eventually when he and Maul decided to make a move.
Though, at this rate, it was probably going to be a show of he and Maul fighting thanks to his brother potentially walking in on him and Dirk together, even if it was just sleeping. Maul wouldn't let such an opportunity go to waste, and Savage was definitely going to punch his brother for it.]
It wouldn't be the first war I've been involved in. [So yes, he was gamely for any sort of conflict that Dirk started. It had been awhile since he had thrown himself into the heat of battle and bloodied his sabers. He didn't want to be lazy or complacent.] And the opposite holds true too. If an outsider like a Sleeper starts a battle, others might come. I expect you can take care of yourself just fine. [He had no reason to coddle Dirk.
He definitely didn't understand the fifty shades reference at all. He didn't even pretend it was a reference. Instead, he was force to take it literally.]
There aren't actually fifty shades of orange that exist and have names.
[Someone had never been to the paint swatch aisle. Or had he been shopping much. It didn't matter because Dirk was amused, and he didn't usually make anyone laugh.]
Is this going to involve thigh highs? Or are you fluffing your hair?
(Dirk would no doubt be deeply amused if Maul ever walked in on them. It wouldn't help that Dirk would be just as obnoxious as Maul. After all, he was a big brother type too. He understood wanting to emotionally torment your bro.)
I don't really know a life without some sort of war going on. (It added spice to life? He didn't know how to settle down.)
You and me both. Neither of us is the type to roll over belly up the moment shit hits the fan. (Oh man. He laughs again, louder this time because fuck he loved aliens.)
You'd be amazed at how many shades of color exist.
Yeah, probably. I've been waiting forever for an excuse to use thigh highs in a sexual situation. I'll be there in five. Do you want anything? I can pick up whatever.
[He'd fight them both if he had to, should the situation call for him to be mocked for who and when he decided to sleep with someone. Brothers could be so annoying, but he'd step on both Dirk and Maul just as he had with Feral the first time his little brother had decided to poke fun at him about such matters.]
If warriors don't have a fight in future, they'll just make one to suit their needs for a good fight. [It was either die of boredom or die in a fight. He knew which he would take over the other.]
No, I take all shit standing up. And my fights. You bring a war, and I'll find a good fight.
[He grunted, shaking his head and not certain how to take that.]
There are only three colours of orange: light orange, orange and dark orange. Anything more is just being wasteful.
[Now he was very, very curious about these thigh highs. They had been be as impressive as Dirk made them sound.]
No, I don't need anything. It's stocked enough here. I shall send Ruin to wait for you at the nearest portal. It will lead the way. Can't have you getting lost.
(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.)
Perhaps in future we fight some creatures of this place.
[That sounded like a good time, though he wouldn't exactly call it a date. He was still sticking to his guns that he didn't date - mostly because he had never dated and it wasn't a part of how his society operated. He wouldn't do what he didn't understand, though the theory of it made sense, especially watching other people talk about it. All it did was sound like some kind of exclusivity bargain.]
And all colours can be boiled down to light, dark and whatever is in the middle of those two. Don't split nails. [They didn't have hair, so no splitting those.
Savage hadn't really prepared for someone coming over, but the house he shared with his brother was generally neat and tidy. He didn't own much, so any items that were out were probably the property of Maul. Dirk might actually be the first person that he had bothered to invite over, and so far, he considered expectations low.
However, one thing he did make an effort for was that he had relaxed by taking off his armour and sat on a chair at a table in nothing more than a black undershirt and his pants. He actually didn't own any other clothing than that, and he cleaned his only set of clothing regularly. At the table, a Lego project was laid out and mostly unsorted. There were parts of a frame put together, but Savage never finished a project without his brother so he was just putting pieces together as he liked to build something of his own.
Ruin was the all the announcement that he needed to know that Dirk had arrived, and he sat back in his chair with a clear view of the door as the tentacle monster worked it open and spun into the room. If a rathtar could be proud of itself, that would be Ruin with hisses. As soon as Dirk was inside, Ruin rolled back out again to the yard to go and hunt for food.
And Savage stopped rolling a piece of Lego between his fingers at the sight that greeted him. Was that what a reindeer was if in human form? He'd seen many things in the galaxy - some way stranger than this - so it was easy to take it in stride, but it wasn't long before his usual curiousity of Dirk overrode any caution at seeing someone stroll in looking all made up like that.
He chuffed a non-verbal greeting as he rose to his bare feet and approached.] So this is 'sexy reindeer'?
[He walked around to look at the outfit and the make-up specifically. He leaned down to have a good look, even tugged on the edge of the skirt before he lifted it a bit to feel the weight of the material. While not pleated, he had worn something a bit similar, and he had learned the benefits pretty quickly on Dathomir and very little had to do with being breezy. His metal fingers tugged at the top before dipping under to drag his digits over abs and then he was leaning down much further to eye the thigh highs that he had been told about. Ah, they were literally material that went to the thighs, as expected, but the material definitely emphasized Dirk's muscular legs.]
You better not be interested in taking that off, though I don't guarantee the horns will make it through the night. [He sounded interested, on the verge of a compliment when one probably wasn't necessary. Dirk looked good.]
(He would absolutely fight some monsters with Savage. At this point, it would just be a good bonding experience for them. Dirk didn't have much concept for real dates either, so they would be safe on that front.
Dirk was happy to follow the tentacle monster. He had already decided that he loved Ruin. There had been some attempts at some variation of petting before he entered Savage's home. Dirk is absolutely content with himself right now, actually grinning, all too excited to deal with Savage right now and see what Savage would do with him.)
Something like it, yeah. (Beneath the skirt was a black pair of panties with a heart-shaped hole over the ass. Sticking out was a puffy deer tail attached to a plug that had been comfortably settled inside of Dirk. He really was ready to go. He lets Savage examine him, feeling a bit of an exciting rush as the man examines him so closely.)
I have no intention of removing anything. Except maybe the tail. (He turns around on his heel to flip the back of his skirt up to show Savage what he meant by that. The skirt drops back down and he turns around, smiling again.)
I can sacrifice the horns. But we'll see how much we can keep intact. (He moves to place his hands on Savage's shoulders, not minding the height difference in the slightest.)
I take it you like this? (He wanted to hear Savage admit as much. Not that he needed the validation, but he liked to hear it anyway and he liked the idea of dressing to please Savage. If the guy liked this then he would do similar outfits in the future.)
[Ruin had probably already tried to chew on Dirk at least once more but otherwise was more the clingy type with those it recognized as not-for-eating because said people smelled and tasted like him. If he actually wanted time alone with Dirk, Ruin would have to go otherwise it would turn into the kind of group hug that wouldn't afford them much opportunity to explore all of there was to offer with this outfit. No doubt by morning, Ruin would join them for warmth.
At first, he didn't realize the little tail was connected to a plug at all, simply assuming the panties were there to push the aesthetic that Dirk was pushing. He even leaned in to sniff at Dirk's hair, which wasn't an abnormal behaviour as he did enjoy scenting. Also, Dirk's hair was always a point of interest for him, fluffed up and style however it was.
As soon as his attentions were brought to the hidden addition from the tail, he made a grumbling noise of amused surprise. That was not something he had seen before, and he even went so far as to poke the tail but more to the point, the plug too.] Where do you find these things? Or do you build them like you do robots?
[His mismatched hands seized Dirk's hips with a touch of roughness, dragging their fronts together. Then he made a point of shoving them both backwards until the younger man's back could hit the island that separated the kitchen and dining area.] If I can't eat a reindeer, this is the next best thing I think. I suppose this Christmas holiday isn't so bad.
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[And live in eternal regret likely. He didn't know what sort of 'sour' they were talking here, that he was likely to make the most disgusted face when the time came. He was, after all, gamely to try most things even if it involved regret and him washing his mouth out.]
My Master said the Kamanoians were responsible for the clones, and their facilities were vast pristine. Once they outlived their usefulness, they would be dismantled. Perhaps goo is used there too.
[He had never advanced that far into his training to know what it was he was actually meant for. He had been told the major players and how to navigate many of them, but he was an assassin and his missions played on those strengths. As many would decide, he wasn't the most worldly or smart, but he could learn and quickly too. Scientist he would never be.]
Are you planning on taking on the gods? [It actually sounded like something Dirk would do. When it came to combat, the blond seemed to be fearless.] And you told me to leave your glasses alone. When you're ready, you'll take them off for me or let me do it. [Or even better, Savage will dare to wear them and look ridiculous.]
Well, if these meet-ups continue, I'm certain we will explore many, if not, all of your fantasies.
[He appreciated more than he should having a fuck buddy. And it helped that he actually managed to get along with Dirk better than he did with others who just plain decided his way of thinking wasn't in line with their own.]
We live in the city, so lots of hot water. I haven't tested how long it lasts, but you should succeed in washing and lounging.
[He didn't use a lot of water, coming from a place of little. It was habit to make do with as little as possible just in case.]
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(He would no doubt crack up when Savage tried a raw lemon.)
In our situation, we had an idiot kid cloning us. (Not nearly as intense or organized as an entire clone army being produced. Though some part of him did feel like he could relate to feeling as though he had to always be useful or else he may as well be scrap metal.)
I will probably pick a fight with one sooner than later. Might as well see what they're worth. (AKA yup. He's going to try and whoop god ass very soon. He didn't fear death, but he also didn't fear pain. What he feared was incompetency.)
I will. (Of anyone in this place, he could see himself lowering his shades for Savage. He felt like the man wouldn't hold anything against him.)
What about you? Do you have any fantasies you would want to try out?
(Because this wasn't a one-man dance. Dirk was self-centered, but he wasn't selfish. He liked the idea of thrilling Savage as much as he enjoyed the idea of Savage rocking his world.
Like Savage, Dirk found himself deeply grateful for the companionship. It was something he thought he would never have. He intended to keep it going for as long as he was allowed.)
I like to think in the shower. (He actually likes to completely dissociate and travel around in other splints of his soul, but that's more complicated to explain.)
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Don't you think you should learn more about them before throwing your weight around? [His tone made it clear he didn't condemn Dirk for any idea of picking a fight. He would probably relish a good one himself, but he had learned to hold himself back for a good plan before throwing himself in.] I wonder if the gods here can kill you. Since everyone here has to have been changed in order to arrive here.
[He hummed at the question, thinking it over. There were plenty of fantasies of a young Zabrak, but they seemed so out of touch now that he had seen more of the galaxy. And for him, he was all for experimenting on what seemed like a good idea at the time.]
Sort of. It would be interesting to be taken and have my horns be grabbed and used to control my head. When I was experimenting in my village, my horns hadn't been long enough to grasp.
Otherwise, I find thrills in being slammed around. Sex is just another physical altercation sometimes, and denting walls would be exciting.
[He had never spoken of such things to anyone outside of his village, not even his brother. Amazing how having a sexual partner opened him up to actually talking about what he enjoyed about sex.
Think in the shower? That probably wasn't unusual, right? Sometimes he wondered how far into that blond head Dirk wanted to go, or if the depths of it were dangerous.]
Have you... ever had sex in a shower? I haven't.
cw: semi suicidal ideation
Dirk shrugs.)
I have been reading up on them. There appears to be a somewhat limited history per the Pthumerians, but there are a few sources that suggest that you can kill some Pthumerians. I'm willing to test it out. (He didn't feel it would be a loss if he did wind up permanently dead, but he sincerely didn't believe that would happen.)
I can technically be killed if certain circumstances are met. But I don't believe it will be much of an issue here.
(One way to find out! But Savage wasn't wrong.)
I can absolutely do that for you. (It would be incredible fucking Savage raw like that. Slamming him around and taking him...Mmm.) We'll add that to our list.
(There were few things Dirk would say no to.
Savage was right to wonder. Dirk could get lost in himself and no one had ever really been around in his life to properly experience that first hand. When all of your relationships had been virtual, there was a lot lost. Dirk didn't really know what was or wasn't normal either.)
No, I haven't. (He sounds intrigued by the idea. He automatically starts to think about Savage dripping wet and glistening with soap. Mmm. It might just be worth sacrificing his quiet time for.)
That would mean you'd see me totally naked. (Hair unstyled and everything.)
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[After all, for all the clones might be skilled canon fodder, he had seen them treat each other similar to how he and Feral and even how he and Maul treated each other. One could recognize familial bonds when having one themselves, even if Dirk had talked about a brother. He'd even seen that brother in that memory share situation, though how that Dirk measured to this one he was still trying to decide.]
Killing one is probably possible with a good plan. I expect that attacking one might bring more to the fight. [Those of the same species tended to band together unless they were enemies in which case... well, he expected Dirk would find out more about the Pthumerian's alliances with those bold moves.
He'd be watching. It would be useful information for his brother.]
I assume the kind of circumstances that are hard to come by. [And that wasn't him probing for details. He really didn't care to know, preferring the mystery of Dirk's immortality. It was exciting as it was dangerous.]
Oh, we have a list now? You do seem the sort to have such matters written down and crossing it off.
[It bemused him that there was a list. He had gone into this thinking it would be one-off, maybe another time or two. At least he thought neither of them had gone into this with expectations of something long-term, not that he would deny it had benefits. Someone familiar with him and his body and also someone he could trust even if there was emotional distance.
Of course, it was his turn to add to the list that apparently existed. Shower sex. That would be interesting, given he wasn't much for 'wasting' water.] Are you adding that to this list too?
[Savage chuffed in an affectionate way.] I've already seen you naked. Aside from your shades. I expect you're attractive now matter how much of a mess I encounter or leave you.
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I can't imagine what that would have been like.
(Either he would have been the closest to normal as possible, or he would have become an absolute monster. The thing was he did deeply love his friends. He missed them every single day he didn't talk to them. But some part of him thought that if any of them had to vanish into the void and show up in this city, he was glad it was him. Another part of him felt anxious that he wasn't back with them because he knew what they needed to stay safe.)
Maybe. Just because they share the same race doesn't necessarily mean they are friends with each other. Some might even join the fight to help me.
They are, yes. (Savage doesn't probe and Dirk doesn't expand. He's just fine with that arrangement.)
I will make a color-coded excel sheet.
(Organized by kink and rated by a desire to accomplish.
Maybe it was short-term and a few times, but it was nice to think about having someone they could both depend on intimately. Even if it didn't become something more or ended one day - it would be worth having in the meantime.)
Hell yeah, I am. (He was here to live the kind of life he would have never been able to otherwise.)
Wow, darlin'. You're buttering me up here, huh.
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[It wasn't as if his upbringing was typical after all, but he at least had his younger brother for much of it. He had something worth protecting, and for all the Brothers formed loose bonds with each other, they still could come together and be social. They had to work together after all or Dathomir would kill the loners quickly.
He hummed in agreement, expecting that to have a strong potential. It wasn't clear to him how the 'gods' interacted with each other so far.] Perhaps you will start a war among them. A few of the old ones seemed to dislike each other in Deerington.
[Dirk couldn't see it, but Savage definitely rolled his eyes at the notion of colour-coding. That was a bit much, and he'd prefer to keep a mental list. Of course, he was certain if Dirk knew it bristled him a little that it would be used to tease him. Play it cool, right?]
Won't everything just be coded in different shades of orange, since that's your favourite colour?
[He was pleased to continue this as long as Dirk was agreeable. It wasn't as if he had prospects lining up to have a go at him, and he didn't deny having that kind of physical outlet had soothed some of his gripes with this place. Maybe it wasn't so terrible. And there was something to be said for being able to steal some honesty without judgment or pity out of someone.]
It would be better if I could butter you here. You better have started making your way in my direction.
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(Dirk was okay with that though. While he was aware of his living situation, he tried not to linger on it in general. Some part of him felt it was for the best as well that he had grown up that way.
Plus, he was now exposed to dozens of people.)
Wouldn't be the first time I started a war in a place I just woke up in. (And because this is Dirk, he sounds vaguely bored by the notion.) Psychologically if they have beef with each other already, they are going to look for the quickest route for validating that beef. I don't mind being a powder keg for a bunch of gods. It's fun being a catalyst.
(This time he sounds like he's smirking. Then he laughs yet again. It was amazing how often Savage actually managed to make Dirk Strider laugh. Maybe it was because the guy wasn't trying to make him laugh.)
Damn. You got me. Fifty shades of orange.
(Which is probably a joke that may or may not land with Savage. The honesty was refreshing. Dirk didn't feel like he needed to coddle Savage or lie to him. Dirk had no real social dynamics to judge Savage with. He liked what they had.)
Cool your horns. I was getting dolled up for you. I'll be there in a few minutes.
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Though, at this rate, it was probably going to be a show of he and Maul fighting thanks to his brother potentially walking in on him and Dirk together, even if it was just sleeping. Maul wouldn't let such an opportunity go to waste, and Savage was definitely going to punch his brother for it.]
It wouldn't be the first war I've been involved in. [So yes, he was gamely for any sort of conflict that Dirk started. It had been awhile since he had thrown himself into the heat of battle and bloodied his sabers. He didn't want to be lazy or complacent.] And the opposite holds true too. If an outsider like a Sleeper starts a battle, others might come. I expect you can take care of yourself just fine. [He had no reason to coddle Dirk.
He definitely didn't understand the fifty shades reference at all. He didn't even pretend it was a reference. Instead, he was force to take it literally.]
There aren't actually fifty shades of orange that exist and have names.
[Someone had never been to the paint swatch aisle. Or had he been shopping much. It didn't matter because Dirk was amused, and he didn't usually make anyone laugh.]
Is this going to involve thigh highs? Or are you fluffing your hair?
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I don't really know a life without some sort of war going on. (It added spice to life? He didn't know how to settle down.)
You and me both. Neither of us is the type to roll over belly up the moment shit hits the fan. (Oh man. He laughs again, louder this time because fuck he loved aliens.)
You'd be amazed at how many shades of color exist.
Yeah, probably. I've been waiting forever for an excuse to use thigh highs in a sexual situation. I'll be there in five. Do you want anything? I can pick up whatever.
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If warriors don't have a fight in future, they'll just make one to suit their needs for a good fight. [It was either die of boredom or die in a fight. He knew which he would take over the other.]
No, I take all shit standing up. And my fights. You bring a war, and I'll find a good fight.
[He grunted, shaking his head and not certain how to take that.]
There are only three colours of orange: light orange, orange and dark orange. Anything more is just being wasteful.
[Now he was very, very curious about these thigh highs. They had been be as impressive as Dirk made them sound.]
No, I don't need anything. It's stocked enough here. I shall send Ruin to wait for you at the nearest portal. It will lead the way. Can't have you getting lost.
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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.
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[That sounded like a good time, though he wouldn't exactly call it a date. He was still sticking to his guns that he didn't date - mostly because he had never dated and it wasn't a part of how his society operated. He wouldn't do what he didn't understand, though the theory of it made sense, especially watching other people talk about it. All it did was sound like some kind of exclusivity bargain.]
And all colours can be boiled down to light, dark and whatever is in the middle of those two. Don't split nails. [They didn't have hair, so no splitting those.
Savage hadn't really prepared for someone coming over, but the house he shared with his brother was generally neat and tidy. He didn't own much, so any items that were out were probably the property of Maul. Dirk might actually be the first person that he had bothered to invite over, and so far, he considered expectations low.
However, one thing he did make an effort for was that he had relaxed by taking off his armour and sat on a chair at a table in nothing more than a black undershirt and his pants. He actually didn't own any other clothing than that, and he cleaned his only set of clothing regularly. At the table, a Lego project was laid out and mostly unsorted. There were parts of a frame put together, but Savage never finished a project without his brother so he was just putting pieces together as he liked to build something of his own.
Ruin was the all the announcement that he needed to know that Dirk had arrived, and he sat back in his chair with a clear view of the door as the tentacle monster worked it open and spun into the room. If a rathtar could be proud of itself, that would be Ruin with hisses. As soon as Dirk was inside, Ruin rolled back out again to the yard to go and hunt for food.
And Savage stopped rolling a piece of Lego between his fingers at the sight that greeted him. Was that what a reindeer was if in human form? He'd seen many things in the galaxy - some way stranger than this - so it was easy to take it in stride, but it wasn't long before his usual curiousity of Dirk overrode any caution at seeing someone stroll in looking all made up like that.
He chuffed a non-verbal greeting as he rose to his bare feet and approached.] So this is 'sexy reindeer'?
[He walked around to look at the outfit and the make-up specifically. He leaned down to have a good look, even tugged on the edge of the skirt before he lifted it a bit to feel the weight of the material. While not pleated, he had worn something a bit similar, and he had learned the benefits pretty quickly on Dathomir and very little had to do with being breezy. His metal fingers tugged at the top before dipping under to drag his digits over abs and then he was leaning down much further to eye the thigh highs that he had been told about. Ah, they were literally material that went to the thighs, as expected, but the material definitely emphasized Dirk's muscular legs.]
You better not be interested in taking that off, though I don't guarantee the horns will make it through the night. [He sounded interested, on the verge of a compliment when one probably wasn't necessary. Dirk looked good.]
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Dirk was happy to follow the tentacle monster. He had already decided that he loved Ruin. There had been some attempts at some variation of petting before he entered Savage's home. Dirk is absolutely content with himself right now, actually grinning, all too excited to deal with Savage right now and see what Savage would do with him.)
Something like it, yeah. (Beneath the skirt was a black pair of panties with a heart-shaped hole over the ass. Sticking out was a puffy deer tail attached to a plug that had been comfortably settled inside of Dirk. He really was ready to go. He lets Savage examine him, feeling a bit of an exciting rush as the man examines him so closely.)
I have no intention of removing anything. Except maybe the tail. (He turns around on his heel to flip the back of his skirt up to show Savage what he meant by that. The skirt drops back down and he turns around, smiling again.)
I can sacrifice the horns. But we'll see how much we can keep intact. (He moves to place his hands on Savage's shoulders, not minding the height difference in the slightest.)
I take it you like this? (He wanted to hear Savage admit as much. Not that he needed the validation, but he liked to hear it anyway and he liked the idea of dressing to please Savage. If the guy liked this then he would do similar outfits in the future.)
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At first, he didn't realize the little tail was connected to a plug at all, simply assuming the panties were there to push the aesthetic that Dirk was pushing. He even leaned in to sniff at Dirk's hair, which wasn't an abnormal behaviour as he did enjoy scenting. Also, Dirk's hair was always a point of interest for him, fluffed up and style however it was.
As soon as his attentions were brought to the hidden addition from the tail, he made a grumbling noise of amused surprise. That was not something he had seen before, and he even went so far as to poke the tail but more to the point, the plug too.] Where do you find these things? Or do you build them like you do robots?
[His mismatched hands seized Dirk's hips with a touch of roughness, dragging their fronts together. Then he made a point of shoving them both backwards until the younger man's back could hit the island that separated the kitchen and dining area.] If I can't eat a reindeer, this is the next best thing I think. I suppose this Christmas holiday isn't so bad.