(Dirk doesn't expect the relief he feels when K tells him that he feels that way. It's somehow better than knowing he wasn't being delusional about this connection. He thinks back on another conversation with Kyle, where he had admitted that all he really cared about was making sure he treated K decently. As much as Dirk was capable of anyway.
The question gets a snort from Dirk, and he winds up grinning, shaking his head.)
The first conversation intrigued me. I'll admit the second conversation made me think you're pretty sexy. Then we met in person and it was game over. I was like, oh, fuck, I need this dude to dom me now. (He folds his hands together and rests his chin on top, letting the beat he created play on its own.)
Surprisingly, I haven't fantasized too much about working with your insides. I figure if you want to share that with me, you will when you're ready. (He peers over the edge of his glasses, and this time, he manages to maintain some eye contact, his orange eyes unblinking and steady for a moment.)
I am curious about you in that regard. But the more I talk to you, the more I believe I'm answering my own questions. (He lifts his head up, breaking any eye contact. There's some slight burn of embarrassment at his effort being recognized. He's not used to positive reinforcement about things like this. He mulls it over and puts his hands back down to fiddle with his Omni and start mixing a new beat.)
Okay. Then to answers yours...I prefer problem-solving over sentimentality most days. People want to talk about their problems and feel listened to, but I typically want to try and fix their problems. I understand most people need the former. (He fidgets. When he's done mixing with the music, he absently picks up a nearby robotic part, some hunk of metal, and begins fidgeting with that instead, twisting screws and tugging it apart before putting it back together in a new shape.)
I don't believe it's an inaccurate assessment of my personality to say that I'm a bit frigid. You know how I grew up. It wasn't until I began to regularly talk to my friends online that I started to fully comprehend the severity of words. I bury most things I'm thinking or feeling in layers of ironic metaphors or hypersexualized bravado. I can be a massive asshole and I like to play mind games and make it difficult for people to get to know me. I practically get off on that shit.
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The question gets a snort from Dirk, and he winds up grinning, shaking his head.)
The first conversation intrigued me. I'll admit the second conversation made me think you're pretty sexy. Then we met in person and it was game over. I was like, oh, fuck, I need this dude to dom me now. (He folds his hands together and rests his chin on top, letting the beat he created play on its own.)
Surprisingly, I haven't fantasized too much about working with your insides. I figure if you want to share that with me, you will when you're ready. (He peers over the edge of his glasses, and this time, he manages to maintain some eye contact, his orange eyes unblinking and steady for a moment.)
I am curious about you in that regard. But the more I talk to you, the more I believe I'm answering my own questions. (He lifts his head up, breaking any eye contact. There's some slight burn of embarrassment at his effort being recognized. He's not used to positive reinforcement about things like this. He mulls it over and puts his hands back down to fiddle with his Omni and start mixing a new beat.)
Okay. Then to answers yours...I prefer problem-solving over sentimentality most days. People want to talk about their problems and feel listened to, but I typically want to try and fix their problems. I understand most people need the former. (He fidgets. When he's done mixing with the music, he absently picks up a nearby robotic part, some hunk of metal, and begins fidgeting with that instead, twisting screws and tugging it apart before putting it back together in a new shape.)
I don't believe it's an inaccurate assessment of my personality to say that I'm a bit frigid. You know how I grew up. It wasn't until I began to regularly talk to my friends online that I started to fully comprehend the severity of words. I bury most things I'm thinking or feeling in layers of ironic metaphors or hypersexualized bravado. I can be a massive asshole and I like to play mind games and make it difficult for people to get to know me. I practically get off on that shit.
(A beat. He looks up at K.) Usually.
(Because he hasn't really done that with K.)