Five months. [ insert joke about dirk and processing power here. bluh bluh robot jokes. ]
[ five months playing pokemon. but they've spent longer doing a lot weirder things. he watches the box start to slip and thinks he'll offer to hold it once they get this awkward out of the way. only it doesn't get out of the way and the chill is lost. the cucumber thawed and someone sliced the damn thing up and used it to make lukewarm pickles. or perhaps the better metaphor would be something about getting stabbing pain in the heart but that's a little too punny. it's not that bad. it's not like they've bonded
...that... much. knowing the guy for a minute then having it tracked backwards could a little more painful than not knowing him at all if he dives too deep into thinking about it. it's a funny thing. all of like five people exist in his life and he should be cool about this because he might be over-viewing it. plus another five months of having no dirk is probably a good thing. god.
inhales. nods once instead of giving a verbal reply. a distant little nod. confirmation. he exhales out his nose. turns his head to look elsewhere. shifts a foot. the composure isn't lost but everything became so massively uncomfortable in all of two seconds it'd show to the savvy. ] We've met. Time shit being a factor, probably.
[ nobody actually explained anything to him? ]
You got things to do? [ a vague hand gesture at the box. there's an out. ]
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[ five months playing pokemon. but they've spent longer doing a lot weirder things. he watches the box start to slip and thinks he'll offer to hold it once they get this awkward out of the way. only it doesn't get out of the way and the chill is lost. the cucumber thawed and someone sliced the damn thing up and used it to make lukewarm pickles. or perhaps the better metaphor would be something about getting stabbing pain in the heart but that's a little too punny. it's not that bad. it's not like they've bonded
...that... much. knowing the guy for a minute then having it tracked backwards could a little more painful than not knowing him at all if he dives too deep into thinking about it. it's a funny thing. all of like five people exist in his life and he should be cool about this because he might be over-viewing it. plus another five months of having no dirk is probably a good thing. god.
inhales. nods once instead of giving a verbal reply. a distant little nod. confirmation. he exhales out his nose. turns his head to look elsewhere. shifts a foot. the composure isn't lost but everything became so massively uncomfortable in all of two seconds it'd show to the savvy. ] We've met. Time shit being a factor, probably.
[ nobody actually explained anything to him? ]
You got things to do? [ a vague hand gesture at the box. there's an out. ]