Not really. They are kind of scattered. It's like trying to remember a dream I had of a memory that actually happened. Dunno what really happened and what was fantasy.
(Disorienting as hell in other words. He knew that Ult Dirk had spoken to K. He just wasn't sure if he had fantasized half the conversation. Part of him...was...simply too embarrassed to even look.
That embarrassment only deepens. Damn it. He had promised that they could make this work without it getting weird. He spends a few minutes just staring at his Omni, feeling a crushing shame. But this time around, his emotions weren't mindnumbing. He wasn't being swallowed up and spat up by them. This was just his regular shame, though he could feel the edges of corruption near again. Now that he knew what That feeling was...
He has to hold his head in his hands for a few minutes. How about you?)
I won't lie. I hate myself pretty thoroughly right now. Like if there was a Hate Pageant Show, I'd be getting that crown and bouquet by a landslide. The other competition would be shitting their panties because they would know there is no competition.
(Stop with the metaphor, Dirk, holy shit. His bullshit rambling was at least a decent sign that he was vaguely feeling more like himself.)
Okay. So.
I owe you an apology. One that you probably deserve to hear in person but I am not sure if you really want to see me either.
I'm sorry that I behaved that way at the Red. It was fucked up and immature. I didn't mean to just fucking bounce the moment you opened up after a fairly routine question. You were being honest and I was a total asshole about it.
I didn't mean to piss all over this. I would understand if you didn't want to hear from me again after the stunt I pulled. You can tell me to fuck off.
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(Disorienting as hell in other words. He knew that Ult Dirk had spoken to K. He just wasn't sure if he had fantasized half the conversation. Part of him...was...simply too embarrassed to even look.
That embarrassment only deepens. Damn it. He had promised that they could make this work without it getting weird. He spends a few minutes just staring at his Omni, feeling a crushing shame. But this time around, his emotions weren't mindnumbing. He wasn't being swallowed up and spat up by them. This was just his regular shame, though he could feel the edges of corruption near again. Now that he knew what That feeling was...
He has to hold his head in his hands for a few minutes. How about you?)
I won't lie. I hate myself pretty thoroughly right now. Like if there was a Hate Pageant Show, I'd be getting that crown and bouquet by a landslide. The other competition would be shitting their panties because they would know there is no competition.
(Stop with the metaphor, Dirk, holy shit. His bullshit rambling was at least a decent sign that he was vaguely feeling more like himself.)
Okay. So.
I owe you an apology. One that you probably deserve to hear in person but I am not sure if you really want to see me either.
I'm sorry that I behaved that way at the Red. It was fucked up and immature. I didn't mean to just fucking bounce the moment you opened up after a fairly routine question. You were being honest and I was a total asshole about it.
I didn't mean to piss all over this. I would understand if you didn't want to hear from me again after the stunt I pulled. You can tell me to fuck off.