[ dirk's clothes are different too, when connor spots him. the polo is gone, replaced with a black tank top, and every goddamn scar, even the ones at his collarbones and upper chest, are visible. there's a ton of them, of course, but he doesn't seem put out by them.
she's got her hand on dirk's arm when connor approaches, and she arches an eyebrow when he touches dirk's shoulder. to dirk's credit he doesn't jump, but he looks back at connor and... things don't tie together, for a moment.
something's wrong, but he can't place it. his head tilts one way, then the other, then like everything's slotted into place, he speaks. ]
This is Ginger. Ginger, this is Connor.
[ he's not smiling, but when does he ever? ginger squeezes his arm and continues on for him, a pleasure. now, dirk, you're not leaving me for a younger model, are you? her tone is teasing and dirk's ears burn even hotter. ]
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she's got her hand on dirk's arm when connor approaches, and she arches an eyebrow when he touches dirk's shoulder. to dirk's credit he doesn't jump, but he looks back at connor and... things don't tie together, for a moment.
something's wrong, but he can't place it. his head tilts one way, then the other, then like everything's slotted into place, he speaks. ]
This is Ginger. Ginger, this is Connor.
[ he's not smiling, but when does he ever? ginger squeezes his arm and continues on for him, a pleasure. now, dirk, you're not leaving me for a younger model, are you? her tone is teasing and dirk's ears burn even hotter. ]
Don't be silly, darlin'.