[ Dirk might be nigh on invisible when he's moving, but the familiar citrus scent gives away his proximity and causes an instant prickle of awareness along the back of K's neck. Which is followed by idle wonderings of whether it's a cologne, or hair products, maybe soap... Normally that's as far as it would go, but the unfortunate (for him) effects of February's influence on Coldblood makes his mind snag on the latter, soon wandering into thoughts of a shared bath and vague sense memories of hot steam, soapy water running in rivulets on slick skin, his hands reaching down with intent—
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Apparently the competition isn't the only thing that's metaphorically stiff. There's a slight telltale flush high along his cheekbones, but despite the peculiar distraction, he doesn't miss a step of the dance. The nonsensical way Lil Cal's legs are moving gets an amused look that grows into a smile when Dirk laughs, the sound warming something in him. ]
So he's been your lifelong friend. [ It's said with understanding as he inspects the puppet a bit closer, and his already careful handling of it only becomes gentler after that revelation. It's clear the puppet holds considerable sentimental value... even if it does have an unnerving aesthetic. ]
What might it take for him to reveal some of your secrets? [ K's back to teasing as he leads the puppet around the sidewalk, momentarily dipping down to retrieve the larger of the two bouquets: predominantly featuring flowers in shades of yellow and orange, and elegantly tied with long, trailing ribbons and lace in an elaborate design, which the other bouquet notably lacks. This one is clearly meant to be a gift, while the other will find a home in a vase on K's kitchen table. He then leads Lil Cal with one hand closer to where Dirk is. ]
I'm glad I ran into you. I intended to come by your shop to give you this. [ And he smoothly comes to a stop, offering Dirk a theatrical bow of his own before presenting the bouquet to him. ]
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Apparently the competition isn't the only thing that's metaphorically stiff. There's a slight telltale flush high along his cheekbones, but despite the peculiar distraction, he doesn't miss a step of the dance. The nonsensical way Lil Cal's legs are moving gets an amused look that grows into a smile when Dirk laughs, the sound warming something in him. ]
So he's been your lifelong friend. [ It's said with understanding as he inspects the puppet a bit closer, and his already careful handling of it only becomes gentler after that revelation. It's clear the puppet holds considerable sentimental value... even if it does have an unnerving aesthetic. ]
What might it take for him to reveal some of your secrets? [ K's back to teasing as he leads the puppet around the sidewalk, momentarily dipping down to retrieve the larger of the two bouquets: predominantly featuring flowers in shades of yellow and orange, and elegantly tied with long, trailing ribbons and lace in an elaborate design, which the other bouquet notably lacks. This one is clearly meant to be a gift, while the other will find a home in a vase on K's kitchen table. He then leads Lil Cal with one hand closer to where Dirk is. ]
I'm glad I ran into you. I intended to come by your shop to give you this. [ And he smoothly comes to a stop, offering Dirk a theatrical bow of his own before presenting the bouquet to him. ]