(That would be an easy one to keep. Domesticity was completely foreign to Dirk. So unfamiliar that he doesn't even realize that's what's so soothing about all of this. He is someone who tries to overanalyze all of his own feelings and he's not sure where to place this element of comfort.
Mmmm. Men with dress shirts rolled up.)
You look really good tonight. Like, really. (Short of being absolutely thirsty about K.) I feel like you'd look really nice dressed down too.
(There are a million more things he wants to say, but he actively tries to curb the instinct to let his natural perversions ruin the simple sweetness of this moment. He nods at the question.)
Yes. (Relaxing. He looks down at the food, chopping at K's pace rather than his own. He's surprised by how nice that is too. Normally slowing down only annoyed Dirk, but this was just fine.) I don't think I'd find this relaxing if I was by myself.
(Might as well admit that. It was definitely a task worth doing together. Maybe he could bother to learn a meal for K's sake though. It could make a nice surprise. He stores that idea away for a later date. Dirk likes the occasional touches, each one making him want to scream and kick his feet. He does neither, not so much as changing his expression even once, but there's a certain energy humming from him.
He certainly doesn't mind a vegetarian approach. Animals were scarce enough in his world that he had never even had something like beef or chicken and that hadn't changed when he arrived in this world either. When K gets to cooking, Dirk sits on top of one of the counters and just watches K, always within reach, but giving the android space to work.
It smells a hell of a lot more appetizing than what he normally ate. He summons his Omen at one point, a solid white seagull that rests on his shoulder. He grew up with seagulls all around his house, and he liked the presence of his own soul so near. The bird swoops away from Dirk and rests on K's shoulder, living up Dirk's desire to rest on K but refusal to make that move. Dirk's almost embarrassed by the bird's obvious affection but doesn't do anything to stop it either. Hopefully, K wouldn't mind the sudden companion.
He does eventually abandon the counter to get some water out. When the food is finally prepared, Dirk's a bit like a little kid, hovering by K's side and trying to figure out what he's supposed to do exactly, how he's supposed to plate anything.)
Can you plate mine for me? (He doesn't want to ask for help, but there's a clear puzzlement to his voice to suggest that he has no clue if there's any sort of etiquette here. Pls help, K.)
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(That would be an easy one to keep. Domesticity was completely foreign to Dirk. So unfamiliar that he doesn't even realize that's what's so soothing about all of this. He is someone who tries to overanalyze all of his own feelings and he's not sure where to place this element of comfort.
Mmmm. Men with dress shirts rolled up.)
You look really good tonight. Like, really. (Short of being absolutely thirsty about K.) I feel like you'd look really nice dressed down too.
(There are a million more things he wants to say, but he actively tries to curb the instinct to let his natural perversions ruin the simple sweetness of this moment. He nods at the question.)
Yes. (Relaxing. He looks down at the food, chopping at K's pace rather than his own. He's surprised by how nice that is too. Normally slowing down only annoyed Dirk, but this was just fine.) I don't think I'd find this relaxing if I was by myself.
(Might as well admit that. It was definitely a task worth doing together. Maybe he could bother to learn a meal for K's sake though. It could make a nice surprise. He stores that idea away for a later date. Dirk likes the occasional touches, each one making him want to scream and kick his feet. He does neither, not so much as changing his expression even once, but there's a certain energy humming from him.
He certainly doesn't mind a vegetarian approach. Animals were scarce enough in his world that he had never even had something like beef or chicken and that hadn't changed when he arrived in this world either. When K gets to cooking, Dirk sits on top of one of the counters and just watches K, always within reach, but giving the android space to work.
It smells a hell of a lot more appetizing than what he normally ate. He summons his Omen at one point, a solid white seagull that rests on his shoulder. He grew up with seagulls all around his house, and he liked the presence of his own soul so near. The bird swoops away from Dirk and rests on K's shoulder, living up Dirk's desire to rest on K but refusal to make that move. Dirk's almost embarrassed by the bird's obvious affection but doesn't do anything to stop it either. Hopefully, K wouldn't mind the sudden companion.
He does eventually abandon the counter to get some water out. When the food is finally prepared, Dirk's a bit like a little kid, hovering by K's side and trying to figure out what he's supposed to do exactly, how he's supposed to plate anything.)
Can you plate mine for me? (He doesn't want to ask for help, but there's a clear puzzlement to his voice to suggest that he has no clue if there's any sort of etiquette here. Pls help, K.)
This looks really fuckin' good. And smells good.