I think being attractive makes attractive people more attractive. (Dirk, honey. No.) Oh, wait.
(Right. He got it now. He looks silently pleased with himself because the idea of him having any capacity to make someone else happy?
Shit. Oh. He's never done that either, he doesn't think. He falls quiet, thoughtful, wondering what exactly he was doing to make K happy. He wanted to study it like a science project to make sure he could replicate the same steps in the future. But there wasn't really anything he felt like he was doing.
When K touches his Omen, Dirk doesn't feel it in a literal sense, but it does give him a warm, pleasant feeling straight through his chest. It gives him the sensation of being held and it's a feeling he doesn't want to go away too soon. He's almost shy of K's gaze, grateful for his own shades, or else he'd be terrified of what look was in his eyes at the moment. Something too vulnerable, most likely. The shyness of the moment temporarily renders him mute, and he just nods at K. Yes, he'll keep the music on. He's sure he'll like the food, yes.
He doesn't find his voice again until K mentions being something like a pirate. A smile flickers over Dirk's face and he tips his head to look at K overall.)
You would look like an absolute bombshell in the pirate aesthetic... Naw. We can't go down that road. I'm trying to be an upstanding gentleman here. (Look at him. He really is trying so hard, isn't he?) You'd pull off the dirty, eyeliner, bearded look.
(............Noooooooo he's going to die. He exhales loudly, sitting at his spot at the table. Atlas flies from K's shoulder to land on Dirk's head. Dirk doesn't even seem to care. He's busy mourning the fact that his night was not about to be filled with railing K.)
I'm literally too gay for this. (Just so K was aware. He fusses with his Omni to distract himself, but there's a purpose, and a few minutes later, he's projecting an image up above on the ceiling to go along with the music. It seems to be just cute, old reels of anime scenery. It's pleasant and washes the room in soft pastel lights. It's romantic and it syncs well with the rest of the mood.
He settles down and moves to take his first bite. He just holds the fork in his mouth for a moment because oh. Oh. Oh. He's completely still and then, very slowly, slides the fork out. There are brand new textures and tastes in his mouth and he wants to dissect each and every one. There's a pleasant salty tang from the soy sauce and the tofu is shockingly good. He chews slowly, and while Dirk remains stoic, his Omen does not. Atlas's feathers poof up and the bird makes a soft, elated little chirping noise before shaking its whole body out. It's rather endearing, but it's also exposing Dirk like hell, so he waves his hand and brings Atlas back to him, hiding the bird back inside of his soul.
Damn. What the fuck. He levels K with a careful look.)
This is really good. (Understatement of the century.)
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(Right. He got it now. He looks silently pleased with himself because the idea of him having any capacity to make someone else happy?
Shit. Oh. He's never done that either, he doesn't think. He falls quiet, thoughtful, wondering what exactly he was doing to make K happy. He wanted to study it like a science project to make sure he could replicate the same steps in the future. But there wasn't really anything he felt like he was doing.
When K touches his Omen, Dirk doesn't feel it in a literal sense, but it does give him a warm, pleasant feeling straight through his chest. It gives him the sensation of being held and it's a feeling he doesn't want to go away too soon. He's almost shy of K's gaze, grateful for his own shades, or else he'd be terrified of what look was in his eyes at the moment. Something too vulnerable, most likely. The shyness of the moment temporarily renders him mute, and he just nods at K. Yes, he'll keep the music on. He's sure he'll like the food, yes.
He doesn't find his voice again until K mentions being something like a pirate. A smile flickers over Dirk's face and he tips his head to look at K overall.)
You would look like an absolute bombshell in the pirate aesthetic... Naw. We can't go down that road. I'm trying to be an upstanding gentleman here. (Look at him. He really is trying so hard, isn't he?) You'd pull off the dirty, eyeliner, bearded look.
(............Noooooooo he's going to die. He exhales loudly, sitting at his spot at the table. Atlas flies from K's shoulder to land on Dirk's head. Dirk doesn't even seem to care. He's busy mourning the fact that his night was not about to be filled with railing K.)
I'm literally too gay for this. (Just so K was aware. He fusses with his Omni to distract himself, but there's a purpose, and a few minutes later, he's projecting an image up above on the ceiling to go along with the music. It seems to be just cute, old reels of anime scenery. It's pleasant and washes the room in soft pastel lights. It's romantic and it syncs well with the rest of the mood.
He settles down and moves to take his first bite. He just holds the fork in his mouth for a moment because oh. Oh. Oh. He's completely still and then, very slowly, slides the fork out. There are brand new textures and tastes in his mouth and he wants to dissect each and every one. There's a pleasant salty tang from the soy sauce and the tofu is shockingly good. He chews slowly, and while Dirk remains stoic, his Omen does not. Atlas's feathers poof up and the bird makes a soft, elated little chirping noise before shaking its whole body out. It's rather endearing, but it's also exposing Dirk like hell, so he waves his hand and brings Atlas back to him, hiding the bird back inside of his soul.
Damn. What the fuck. He levels K with a careful look.)
This is really good. (Understatement of the century.)