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[givehead]

MEMES ✦ PSLS ✦ SPILL OVER

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ur welcome

[natzoom]

[Damn it.]

I left my bag in the park. Can you please bring it to me. [That's a very neutral, totally chill request, right? Right. Nevermind that school's been out for an hour and Natsume could literally walk to the park by himself. It's not even raining or anything.]

Re: ur welcome

[givehead]

(That's not suspicious at all.)

Wow.

You really *are* a princess. Would you like anything else, your royal highness?

[natzoom]

No, thank you, that'll be it.

[There we go. He's totally getting away with this. He's a genius. This is totally going to end in his favor. :)]

[givehead]

Right away, majesty.

So just to be clear. You want me to go and get your bag and bring it to you? Physically? In-person?

(He seeing through your shit, boy.)

[natzoom]

[That fact that Natsume is not dutifully responding to every pet name with an indignant "stop that" is also Very Suspicious.]

Yes, please. Something came up at school and I can't leave. For right now and possibly for a while.

[Translation: he's hiding in a broom closet so he doesn't inflame the lusts of his classmates.]

[givehead]

No problem. I'll swing by tomorrow with it.

(Dirk's going to be very mean right now apparently. He definitely notices the compliant attitude. Oh, he was so on the money with this one.)

1/?

[natzoom]

[What no WHAT

Natsume is panicked enough that he can't type anything for a solid 5 minutes, so instead Dirk's gonna get:]

2/?

[natzoom]

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3/5

[natzoom]

TOMORR O. WF???,

4/5

[natzoom]

aassddfghhn ffyck uou

5/5

[natzoom]

[But eventually:]

no thank you I need it today right now please

[givehead]

(◕ᱛ ◕✿)

That's not the way to ask for a favor. Here I am going out of my way to be generous and kind, taking time out of my busy day to fix your sloppy mistake.

I should make you beg for it.

(Why does it seem like he's not talking about the bag? Hmm!)

[natzoom]

[Normally this is where Natsume tosses an indignant "screw you" Dirk's way and shuts off his phone. Tale as old as time.

But instead there's a few moments of hesitation, then:]

Please? I promise I'll make it up to you.

[givehead]

(Holy shit. Natsume was being polite and willing to beg? And promising to make things up to him?

This really was what he thought it was. Something tugged at Dirk's gut and he suddenly felt a little antsy.)

Where are you exactly? Are you alone?

(More importantly were there any other alphas in the area?)

[natzoom]

[Questions were better than teasing. Natsume would take questioning any day, because that meant they were possibly moving towards him getting out of here.

"Here" of course being:] The supply shed, out by the field. All the teams are still practicing.

[Considering that a good 75% of the sports jocks at school had already presented alpha and refused to shut up about it, the answer to Dirk's unasked question is "yes, and I'm surrounded." If Natsume makes a break for it in his current state, he's not gonna make it two feet without fifty lacrosse and baseball and whatever else players catching a whiff.]

[givehead]

(He can feel himself slipping into an entirely different mindset. It would have been fun to tease Natsume to death about this, but with the risk of a bunch of alphas possibly catching whiff? No fucking way. They might not be mates, not officially, but Dirk saw Natsume like that and had since before either of them presented.

Humor lost, he's rushing along.)

I'll be there in a few minutes. Just hang tight, baby.

[natzoom]

Hah. Baby. You called me baby.

[That is an extremely un-Natsume-like reaction, which only serves to drive home how...not-himself he is right now. He's actually starting to wonder if being jumped by the entire basketball team would be that bad. It might actually be fun. Maybe...]

[givehead]

(This...........really was weird. It also makes him realize how much he actually liked Natsume's brattiness and stubborn side. He actually stops walking for a second just to stare at the text, double-checking to see if he somehow misread it, but nope. That's it. That's what he said.

He goes faster.)

You're going to hate yourself so much for this later. I'll promise not to be too merciless.

[natzoom]

I am not. You're not the boss of me.

[Oh, there it is. Sort of. Natsume is curled up in a corner of the supply shed, trying to breathe through the intense waves of need that keep wracking his body, and his thoughts keep going from clear and lucid to desperate and hazy. Case in point, the very next text:]

You can be merciless. I don't mind.

[givehead]

Actually, I *am* the boss of you. That's exactly why you're contacting me right now and not someone else.

Cute of you to act like that's not the case though.

[natzoom]

[This should make Natsume angry. This should make him enraged. Instead it just makes his head spin with yes, yes, yes, perfect, yes you are, yes please, which in turn drives him absolutely crazy and prompts him to thunk his forehead against the nearby bin of basketballs.]

you know it's not easy for me to argue with you right now.

[givehead]

You should have told me. Then this whole situation could have been avoided. You should let me take care of you properly.

[natzoom]

I thought I had enough doses of suppressant left. They're expensive so I've been halving them.

[And no, his guardians won't pay for them, ofc. Too much money.]

I'm really sorry.

[givehead]

I'll pay for your suppressants, Natsume.

(Money had never been an object for Dirk. It would be better spent on taking care of Natsume than stocking up on more sex toys.)

It's okay. I'm almost there.

[natzoom]

Well it's sort of too late now.

Please hurry.