Second Splinter ♡ Text|Action ♡ Backdate▶Dec01

[heartsplintered]

[To anyone so inclined to come looking for him, Dirk's been out of the house most of the day just wandering, climbing shit, hanging out in trees, exploring. He's had Diva with him most of the day as well, and is currently sitting out on the lawn of Casa de Eglonde with him, leaning against the Ponyta's side because he's either an idiot or entirely dead set on getting frostbite, since he left his louder-than-a-traffic-cone jacket inside. His Wingull, as per usual, is perched in his hair, still wearing his silly little scarf. He stays there for a long handful of minutes before he pulls out his gear.]


I don't guess either of the pertinent birthday kids are here today, are they?
Well shit.
Happy Birthday to them anyway. Jake would have fuckin' loved it here.

[He fidgets for a while, and then presses a few keys to filter some messages.]

[Private to Kirigiri Kyouko]

Yo. Sorry to bug you, but while you're around, you got a minute?

[Private to Dave Strider]

I think we need a hot chocolate date or something. Or I at least need to be taught this culinary masterpiece so I can make some for my frozen-ass self.

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[Private]

[moveslikestrider]

ok
its not that hard so teaching you would be quick
whats up

[Private]

[heartsplintered]

It's cold enough to cryogenically freeze my ballsack off out here, is what's up.

Re: [Private]

[moveslikestrider]

too much information
come into the kitchen and ill school you on how to make the magic happen

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[heartsplintered]

[He just gets his ass on up and wanders inside and into the kitchen, Diva back in his ball and the Wingull still in his hair. He's vibrating as he moves, but it's just because he's a dingus.]

Yo.

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[moveslikestrider]

You look like-

[Dave shuts his mouth and pulls off his really ugly sweater and offers it to Dirk.] Put that on. Why the hell did you go outside without a coat. Even if you stick your nose outside for a second it gets nearly frozen off.

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[heartsplintered]

[His eyebrows raise and he shifts for the sweater, quirking a lopsided grin.]

Sorry. Had a fire pony, wasn't thinking it'd get that cold. It wasn't that bad, earlier.

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[moveslikestrider]

It's cool. [He holds up his hands and pats the items he has sitting out. The measuring cup, the container of high grade hot chocolate mix, mugs, and the marshmallows.]

So the steps to making a hot comforting chocolate beverage are pretty simple. I always use a measuring cup because eyeballing this just isn't right. It has to be perfect or I weep. Long ago too content with the nasty swill people called this ambrosia. They were all just pretenders to the throne.

[He wipes away an imaginary tear and walks over to the fridge.] I got spoiled here, bro. They introduced me to the good stuff.

[That sounds too much like John became his drug dealer. He shakes his head and pulls out the jug of milk.] ...okay there was just no saving that so I'm going to say, 'not like that' as I show you how to do this.

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[heartsplintered]

Cold, actually. [Another crooked grin, and he turns to the cocoa essentials.]

[And he watches and follows Dave's every move, idly tugging his sweater on and appreciating it both for its entire hideousness and the fact that it retained some lingering Dave-warmth, for as creepy as that sounds. He closes his eyes over and looks a bit like a sated cat for a moment, and he chuckles as Dave's rambling finally ceases.]

You're good, bro. Shit's rad so I can understand a slip making it sound like an illegal substance.

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[moveslikestrider]

It should be illegal with how sick this stuff is on a cold day. [He measures out one cup of milk for each mug and pours it for both.]

Most amazing thing about this is how easy it is to make. Did I say how easy it is because check it.

[He pops open the microwave and sets both mugs inside, shuts the door, and programs it to heat. While that's going on he measures out how much cocoa he used last time.] Just like that.

So. [The microwave beeps and he pulls the mugs out, adding the mixture to them and stirring it with separate spoons. He's talented enough to stir them at the same time.] Here we go. Instant delicious.

Now that we have this, what's on your mind?

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[tentacletrainer]

He did love it here, when he was here before.
So there certainly isn't any doubting that.
I really wish they were here.

text; i am the least punctual of taggers

[heartsplintered]

Ah.
Hadn't realized he'd been here before, too. Makes sense, really.

[He doesn't respond to the last part because-- well, he's not really sure if he wishes Jake was here or not, really. Like it's actually a point of major conflict in his over-stuffed head.]

text; and I am the most patient. uwu

[tentacletrainer]

Indeed.
Him, Jane and Roxy.
You've all been here at least once.

text; uguu

[heartsplintered]

Well that's a simplistic way of making a dude feel alone in a weird backwards way.

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[tentacletrainer]

[[Well now she feels bad.]]

Ah, they'll likely be back!
Roxy we've had a few times actually.
So I'm sure at least she will be back before you have too much of a chance to miss her!

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[heartsplintered]

[He was mostly joking.]

Chill, dollface.
I'm good at the alone thing, since I lived sixteen years alone.
Too late on the missing part, though. Constant state of it, particularly with Roxy. Best friend and all.
I think we qualify as diamonds on the troll thing. If you're familiar.

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[tentacletrainer]

More familiar than you might think.
Well, I'm sure she'll be back soon.
So hopefully you at least won't be left pining for her for too long.
Sixteen years though, huh?
You are definitely my father's clone.
Or...he's definitely yours.
Whatever that would be.

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[heartsplintered]

That'd be pretty ideal to be honest.
I'm kind of fond of the three of them.
Well, fifteen and some change, really. Second-to-last human being alive.
Shit sucked, I won't even lie to you.

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[freshprints]

I don't think I'm really allowed to claim you're bothering me when I'm the one already taking advantage of your hospitality.

private; LATE AS SHIT I'M GOMEN

[heartsplintered]

Dude you got blown here by a freak tornado and we're letting you crash here, you're still completely allowed to be fussed by some dude you barely know requesting to use you as a sounding board because he's got too much shit going on in his head.
Which is pretty much entirely what I'm bugging you for.
Because you're really easy to talk to and I'm not really a talkative kind of person but I feel like talking is proably something I should be doing right now.
Uh.

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[freshprints]

[...really...easy...to talk to...

...

wat.

HAS SHE JUST BEEN HANGING OUT AROUND NAEGI-KUN TOO MUCH OR...]

I'm not busy at the moment.

[Which in Kirigiri terms is presumably a "go ahead".]

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[heartsplintered]

[Honestly it's probably because she's not easy to talk to that he finds her approachable. Because he's not a big talker, either. So he knows she won't pressure him about it, or talk over him, or any other number of fears one could encounter with someone who likes to talk.]

[Dirk makes sense, really.]

Great.
Is it weird to ask if you want to go walk around or something, I can't sit still and talk so typing is gonna get pretty fucking obnoxious after the third time I smack my gear off the desk talking with my hands.

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[freshprints]

[Sadly, that actually does make a lot of sense. FRANDSHIP.]

If that's what you want.

You left your coat inside. Do you want me to bring it with me when I come out?

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[heartsplintered]

Dicks, I did, didn't I.
Uh. Sure.

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[freshprints]

I'll be there in five minutes.

[And she will, complete with obnoxious orange coat.]

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[heartsplintered]

[He feels sort of stupendously dumb, so when she gets out to him he's sprawled partially on Diva's back with his glasses resting on the horse's haunches, hands over his face and grumbling in idle frustration.]