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[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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[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.

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.

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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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?

Or any day, to be entirely honest.

[He watches intently, reasonably blank expression on his face that only Dave would be able to read as a faint smile.]

[The smile disappears when he jumps right to the chase of asking what's on his mind, and turns instead into tense shoulders and furrowed eyebrows.] Nothing. Everything. Too much bullshit.

[Dave extracts the spoons, ditching them in the sink with a clink. The right mug of a nondescript gray is offered to Dirk.]

Too much bullshit sums up everything. You ok?

[He leans back against the counter behind him and sips his hot chocolate. His shoulders and body are lax, expression neutral.]

[He pretty immediately wilts into the warmth of the mug, shuffling a touch closer to Dave.]

Just... take advice from me, this once, and never date your best friend.

[It takes him a second to realize what Dirk is talking about. Jake, Dirk, and Jane's trainwreck triangle had been terrible to watch in action even from afar. He blows on his hot chocolate.]

Don't date an alien who keeps hitting on you, either.

[He barks an awkwardly loud laugh, and leans backward against the counter.]

God, we suck at things, don't we?

[Dave shrugs at that.] I think that's the whole deal with first relationships. It's what breaks every little thing you were taught and you go shit man I wasn't warned about this. It's a you have to experience it and get burned like the rest of the chumps who had their number called before you did.

You know?

[The bag of tiny marshmallows are dragged over and he drops some of them into his mug.]

We also have a lot of important shit to worry about.

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