☼ One Missed Call [IC Contact] ☼

[rememberstime]

Strider speaking. Not sure what I'm doing that would make it impossible for me to answer. I mean, being in Buttfuck Nowhere doesn't leave you with a lot to do.

If you're hearing this though, I'm not available. You know the drill. Leave messages, receive answers later.

Here's that motherfucking tone.

[Beep Beep Motherfuckers]

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[fracturedsoul]

[ Dirk doesn't answer. He sort of gets the implication of what Dave is saying.

He stands up, walks around the table, and with a moment's hesitation -- because Dave stabbed him oh god -- he sits down next to him and leans up against him. ]

You're back now.

[rememberstime]

[Dave saw that hesitation and damn if it didn't make him feel even worse about it. Because regardless of who was in control, it was still his body and his image that killed Dirk. He didn't respond, unsure if he was even allowed to start any contact with Dirk. If Dirk was okay with it, than that's fine, but he wasn't going to do anything unless the other showed that he was okay with it. He didn't want to make the other more uncomfortable around him.]

I know. But who's to say how long that will last. [Someone is feeling awfully pessimistic today.]

[fracturedsoul]

[ Deliberately missing the point is go: ] A couple weeks, at least, if past patterns hold.

[ It's not as awkward as it would have been a few months ago, leaning up against his bro. It's actually quite nice if he tries to ignore the fact that Dave stabbed him. ]

[rememberstime]

[You're a little brat aren't you.] I feel like they left things pretty open ended. I'm expecting something else to come from this.

[Dave just wants to pull the other closer, but god damn is he not going to do it. He's being a wuss, but he feels bad about everything that's happened.]

[fracturedsoul]

[ Only the brattiest! He wraps his arms around Dave and just cuddles. ]

[rememberstime]

[Dave finally takes the chance and wraps his arms around dirk to pull him closer. He just kind of just keeps Dirk close to him, hands gripping Dirk's shirt a little tightly.]