(There's nothing more he wanted, no. Part of him did just want to abscond from the crowds and the noise, and part of him wanted to finally be alone with K in a proper sense. The kiss to the cheek leaves Dirk feeling a roar of warmth just beneath his skin, not too dissimilar to how he felt when he realized the flowers had been for him.
Roxy had kissed him on the cheek once and left a waxy, black lipstick smudge as evidence. He hadn't washed it off until his shower that night. Even from a platonic approach, he had wanted to keep a hold of that feeling of simple contact. The kiss from K feels more electric than that, and Dirk distantly wishes there had been a wax print to stay tacky and obvious on his skin after.
He's quiet, but it's a comfortable silence. Leads them to one of the lamp locations to bring them to his home. Perhaps unsurprisingly, he lives completely alone and well outside of Trench's usual parameters. There is nothing surrounding him, but the woods managed to feel loud in the same way the ocean used to feel loud.
The inside of his home is as cold and sharply defined as Dirk himself. It isn't until they get inside that Dirk realizes...he should probably make a few adjustments. He turns to K, looking the slightest bit embarrassed, but doing his best to school that expression.)
...I should...clear up the kitchen before you see it. It might be dangerous if I don't.
(Because.
He kept...swords in literally every cabinet and they would definitely just come tumbling out of K absently went to look for something. He had weird shit littering all about, things like puppets and what either might look like sex toys in the process of being made or robotic parts.)
Do you mind waiting here for a minute? It won't take me long.
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Roxy had kissed him on the cheek once and left a waxy, black lipstick smudge as evidence. He hadn't washed it off until his shower that night. Even from a platonic approach, he had wanted to keep a hold of that feeling of simple contact. The kiss from K feels more electric than that, and Dirk distantly wishes there had been a wax print to stay tacky and obvious on his skin after.
He's quiet, but it's a comfortable silence. Leads them to one of the lamp locations to bring them to his home. Perhaps unsurprisingly, he lives completely alone and well outside of Trench's usual parameters. There is nothing surrounding him, but the woods managed to feel loud in the same way the ocean used to feel loud.
The inside of his home is as cold and sharply defined as Dirk himself. It isn't until they get inside that Dirk realizes...he should probably make a few adjustments. He turns to K, looking the slightest bit embarrassed, but doing his best to school that expression.)
...I should...clear up the kitchen before you see it. It might be dangerous if I don't.
(Because.
He kept...swords in literally every cabinet and they would definitely just come tumbling out of K absently went to look for something. He had weird shit littering all about, things like puppets and what either might look like sex toys in the process of being made or robotic parts.)
Do you mind waiting here for a minute? It won't take me long.