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!)
[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.]
(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.
[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...]
(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.
[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:]
[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.
(Dirk doesn't respond but mostly because he has shown up. The telltale scent of the ocean mixed with something that was just naturally Dirk, naturally alpha began to fill the air. He's standing just outside of the door with Natsume's bag on his shoulder, and despite his usual calm, indifferent attitude, Dirk felt unusually tense.
Any alpha who thought to approach right now would have a death sentence coming their way.)
Re: ur welcome
Wow.
You really *are* a princess. Would you like anything else, your royal highness?
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[There we go. He's totally getting away with this. He's a genius. This is totally going to end in his favor. :)]
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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.)
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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.]
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(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.)
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no thank you I need it today right now please
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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!)
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But instead there's a few moments of hesitation, then:]
Please? I promise I'll make it up to you.
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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?)
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"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.]
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Humor lost, he's rushing along.)
I'll be there in a few minutes. Just hang tight, baby.
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[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...]
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He goes faster.)
You're going to hate yourself so much for this later. I'll promise not to be too merciless.
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[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.
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Cute of you to act like that's not the case though.
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you know it's not easy for me to argue with you right now.
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[And no, his guardians won't pay for them, ofc. Too much money.]
I'm really sorry.
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(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.
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Please hurry.
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Any alpha who thought to approach right now would have a death sentence coming their way.)
Nat? It's me.
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