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[splinten]

Because he asked and I was bored.
And genuinely was amused by the dude, right up until he told me that he had in fact actually killed his sister.

There is a reasonable probability it will work in the opposite direction.

[parodeity]

well
that sucks

thats not super helpful

im sorry i woke you up btw

[splinten]

It does a lot..
Also, sorry. I don't think my heads up went the way I wanted it to.
As insane as it will sound, I find it genuinely comforting to be woken up by you.

[parodeity]

its fine
we can not talk about it if it would make you unhappy

that sounds insane
why the hell do you find it comforting
the point of leaving the room was so at least one of us could sleep

[splinten]

That isn't really what I meant. My happiness isn't really important to it. My priority is not springing this discussion on you.

Same reason I appreciate having your particular soul in my metaphorical peripheral. It's comforting to be reminded throughout the night that you're around. Smooths over certain anxieties.

[parodeity]

i think every conversation anyone has is sprung on them to some extent man
you cant prepare people for everything
least of all me

oh
hey dirk

[splinten]

That's a really philosophical approach to my failed effort to avoid being a dick.

What's up?

[parodeity]

im never prepared for conversations about
anything
regardless of how much time i have to prep
if im lucky i dont get physically ill
i havent pulled that one on you yet
i usually manage to do it beforehand if ive got warning
so i guess thats like in the pros column
insofar as it can be
i dont really like feelings jams
about me
i guess

lots of constellations mostly
i think i made up some names for some of these
but i cant remember them
it was months ago
there were stories and everything
but i didnt write them down

[splinten]

Does it help if it's feelings jams about us? Or does that make it worse.

That seems like it wasn't what the 'hey Dirk' was for.
Making up constellations is a pretty enjoyable exercise though.

1/2

[parodeity]

i dont know

yeah it wasnt
what i was gonna say was
like
hypothetically speaking
its possible
that maybe

[parodeity]

[ there's a few minutes of texts half typed, deleted, rewritten, deleted, and just. general dithering. a few minutes turns into probably ten, during which he won't respond to any messages dirk might send if he gets impatient. dirk usually waits, though, for dave to stumble through thoughts.

if he waited this time, what he gets is the result of dozens of attempts before dave whittled it down to a brief truthful sentence: ]

im not fine rn

[splinten]

[Dirk sends no messages in that gap. Maybe if a full hour passed, he'd go for it, but he knows Dave. He knows if there are that many interruptions, he is trying to say something true. That is always worth waiting.]

Yeah. I know.
Hypothetically speaking, I'd offer to hang out with you in person, or to just keep talkin' with you over text.

[parodeity]

are you ok

[splinten]

I'm not at my best. I could even toss out suboptimal again. But I'm not doing bad.
'Ok' genuinely seems like the most accurate word.

[parodeity]

stop trying to make suboptimal happen gretchen
did me saying im not fine make you more or less ok

[splinten]

Fuck you, Regina, suboptimal is so going to happen.
You're going to call me insane again, but as you can probably guess, it made me feel more ok. It was a relief to hear you say it.

[parodeity]

for real though get a new pet word that i can actually get behind
one that sounds like
less obviously nerdy?

stay there

[splinten]

What's nerdy about a word that immediately invokes Optimus Prime? I am hip as shit, bro.

Ok.

[parodeity]

everything you just said was the opposite of hip oh my fuck

[ he'll stop texting, though. he specifically told dirk to stay put. that was not an indication that dave planned on staying put, and his communicator is ditched into his sylladex. he doesn't bother to move at anything less than flashstep to get to the room and then the bed, at which point he's up the ladder of the bunk bed and crawling over dirk to get near the wall.

he doesn't actually say anything but this is happening now, i guess, sorry dirk. ]

[splinten]

[Okay, so he wasn't sure if he was being told not to move to continue a conversation at a distance or if Dave was actually going to come down here but apparently that did just happen, Dave is now on the top bunk, Dirk was a rug or minor obstacle over which Dave climbed to reach his preferred spot for when they share.]

I am so hip your intestines would get loose without me.

[Is that what hips are for. It probably isn't.

He turns so he can watch Dave. He is trying to read from body language if he's allowed to come closer to him.]

[parodeity]

I'm pretty sure that's not the function of hips? They're more like, connective joint...things. Like the pelvis just connects shit.

[ not like he knows for sure.

dave's shifting around includes getting under the covers so he's probably intending to just sleep there rather than visit. he curls up on his side with his back to the wall and rests his head on his arm more than the pillow.

mostly his body language reads as tired and still a little controlled. ]

[splinten]

[Well then. Dirk will get under the covers also, instead of how he was before, which is to say he crawled on top of them to sprawl. He shifts closer, although doesn't actually go in for a cling yet.]

The hip bone's connected to the—ass bone. [A monotone, but to the rhythm of the song.] I genuinely do not know, so we'll take your guess. It probably supports some weight to hold the shape or some shit.

[parodeity]

It's weird when you don't know random shit.

[ well. maybe it's not that random? it feels random, sometimes, even though it's not like irk is an encyclopedia and dave knows that. ]

[splinten]

[It's a fair enough feeling, really. Dirk does know a lot of random shit; he has had a lot of spare time. And he really likes learning.]

I'll look up more anatomy when I get my shades again. Wouldn't want to let you down by failing at Random Shit Omniscience.

[parodeity]

You don't gotta pretend to be Encyclopedia Brown for my sake.

[ dave just shuts his eyes. he's never sure if sleep is possible again after he's already woken up and he's not sure if he's interested in bothering, but at the very least it's easier than staring at dirk awkwardly. his free arm curls against his chest. ]

Science-y stuff like that usually just falls in your arena.