[ one of the greatest pulls of dirk strider is his unreasonable height, it's true. that's his appeal in a nutshell. muscles and height, since he has nothing else going for him. stupid hat. stupid shades. stupid popped collar. stupid puppets. god why does anyone think he's hot. are they blinded by the twunk status? they must be. sean cody my ass.

anyway that's all my thoughts and not dirk's, because he's too busy hoisting dave up against him and holding him up. both of his arms are around him, holding him against his chest, and it's too much like a hug to call it anything else. maybe dave DID die and this is brother issues heaven. ]

That's what I'd like to know, along with who did it.

[ his voice is normally pretty flat, but that statement is just like ice water over the head. this man fully intends to kill whoever did this to dave, even if he has to hunt them down himself.

it's probably pretty jarring, actually.

then dave has to speak and dirk actually lets out a low... it's a huff of air, but dave, if he's cognizant enough, will be able to recognize it as dirk being genuinely amused about something, which happened so rarely back home. in the good moments.

he sighs afterward. ]

Don't give up your day job, kid. That impression isn't taking you anywhere.

[ it's not long before they reach the building and dirk nods toward connor, who is the only one of them with a free arm, to open the door into the interior where they can get to the hallway where he can lead them to his door. ]

Get that for me.