The soul's not in the best shape, man. It's got a bunch of cracks in it and I ain't even being metaphorical here. (But maybe Kyle had a point. The longer they stayed in this world, the easier it had become to think beyond the scope of the game.
Kind of. In some ways. He still wasn't really sure what to do with himself, but he hadn't known what to do with himself after the game had technically been won either.)
Sometimes. I've had some questionable tastes once in a blue moon.
(Dirk listens to Kyle, and frankly, put like that, he gets where Kyle is coming from. If Ken just up and vanished, Dirk wouldn't exactly want to rush back out the door to fall in love with the nearest twink. Shit, he wouldn't even want a rebound. He'd just want to be left the fuck alone.)
All right, so no dating, no fucking. I get it. You were in love. (He neatens out the final part of Kyle's wings.)
I think if our roles were switched and you told me to just go fuck someone to get over Ken, I'd probably cut your head off.
(Literally.)
In that case, man, just kick it back and chill with me for a while. We'll work on it day by day.
So what? It's still yours. [A lot of people would think that Kyle is naive, that he doesn't understand that Dirk is a dangerous monster of a person. The thing is, he does know, he just doesn't believe it makes the guy irredeemable.
Kyle snorts.] Yeah, I know. I'm your blue moon.
[He blushes all the way to the tips of his ears.] ...yeah. Maybe not to the degree some of you are, but yeah.
I learned that doesn't work in like, third grade.
[He turns so he can see Dirk properly, offering him a smile that's almost shy.]
Yeah. (Dirk says this with a bit of a sigh. It's true enough that he had the potential to do some serious lasting damage if he cared to, but Kyle's right too. Dirk wasn't really in his psychotic baddie era. He was kind of in his sappy era.)
Nah, you ain't. (He reaches out and grabs a fistful of that red hair, giving Kyle's head a light shake.)
I don't fuck ugly guys and I stand by that. You're sexy in your own way, dude, and I think you just don't know how to see it.
(He lets go of Kyle's hair a second later, grinning mildly back at him.)
Shut up, dude. Don't look at me like that. You don't gotta thank me. You're my bro. It's what bros do.
Yeah, yeah. [Said in such a way that dismisses the very idea that Dirk isn't just saying that. Kyle's self esteem in the looks department has truly not improved since arriving in Folkmore. There's too many pretty people.]
You shut up. And yeah. Yeah, it is. I'm just saying, I'm glad to have a bro like you.
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Kind of. In some ways. He still wasn't really sure what to do with himself, but he hadn't known what to do with himself after the game had technically been won either.)
Sometimes. I've had some questionable tastes once in a blue moon.
(Dirk listens to Kyle, and frankly, put like that, he gets where Kyle is coming from. If Ken just up and vanished, Dirk wouldn't exactly want to rush back out the door to fall in love with the nearest twink. Shit, he wouldn't even want a rebound. He'd just want to be left the fuck alone.)
All right, so no dating, no fucking. I get it. You were in love. (He neatens out the final part of Kyle's wings.)
I think if our roles were switched and you told me to just go fuck someone to get over Ken, I'd probably cut your head off.
(Literally.)
In that case, man, just kick it back and chill with me for a while. We'll work on it day by day.
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Kyle snorts.] Yeah, I know. I'm your blue moon.
[He blushes all the way to the tips of his ears.] ...yeah. Maybe not to the degree some of you are, but yeah.
I learned that doesn't work in like, third grade.
[He turns so he can see Dirk properly, offering him a smile that's almost shy.]
Thanks, Dirk. I mean it.
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Nah, you ain't. (He reaches out and grabs a fistful of that red hair, giving Kyle's head a light shake.)
I don't fuck ugly guys and I stand by that. You're sexy in your own way, dude, and I think you just don't know how to see it.
(He lets go of Kyle's hair a second later, grinning mildly back at him.)
Shut up, dude. Don't look at me like that. You don't gotta thank me. You're my bro. It's what bros do.
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You shut up. And yeah. Yeah, it is. I'm just saying, I'm glad to have a bro like you.