Somethin' like that. My title is the Prince of Heart. Guess that's appropriate. (Dirk finally touches back, flicking a finger into the puffy, soft middle of Angel's chest, in the middle of that heart design.)
More like a god though. (And his body was proof enough of that. There were more scars than he could bother keeping track of anymore. He didn't have the retractable appendages Angel had, but he had a gruesome scar around his neck that no regular human could likely survive. More scars were slashed over his thick biceps down to his fingers. The rest of his body told a similar story.
Maybe it's a nice thing to say. Or maybe Dirk just hates himself enough to figure everyone else just inherently deserved better than whatever bullshit he'd drag them through if he became attached.
Still, he notices the surprise and is almost surprised himself. He didn't catch people off guard like this.
The shift to sincerity is immediately obvious and it's only then that the tension in Dirk's body begins to unwind.)
No, I don't. (An equally sincere response. Then the introduction is given and Dirk stares for a long second.)
Well, I'll be.
(Thickening the southern accent for the sheer irony. Still. His mind is burning up. It certainly made sense with Angel's flippant approach to him, and it made sense why Angel probably didn't care about anything Dirk had done or thought about doing. And he's probably fucked a million virgins to the point where Dirk's complete lack of experience wasn't even an issue.
Still.)
I'm something of a pornographic connoisseur myself. I used to make some dope puppet porn back in my heyday. (And obsessively collected porn through a cohesive filing system on his drive that was organized by category and kink. He was something of an addict and if he were a few years younger, he might have been absolutely hounding this guy in approximately three seconds or less.)
But I ain't really ever done shit. Never had the opportunity. Limited options where I come from. The list of available dudes to fuck was practically nonexistent. The most action I've ever had was when my ex made out with my decapitated head.
(So....................He shoves his hands into his pockets.)
When you say seven circles, I take it you mean hell?
cw: suicide / suicide scars
More like a god though. (And his body was proof enough of that. There were more scars than he could bother keeping track of anymore. He didn't have the retractable appendages Angel had, but he had a gruesome scar around his neck that no regular human could likely survive. More scars were slashed over his thick biceps down to his fingers. The rest of his body told a similar story.
Maybe it's a nice thing to say. Or maybe Dirk just hates himself enough to figure everyone else just inherently deserved better than whatever bullshit he'd drag them through if he became attached.
Still, he notices the surprise and is almost surprised himself. He didn't catch people off guard like this.
The shift to sincerity is immediately obvious and it's only then that the tension in Dirk's body begins to unwind.)
No, I don't. (An equally sincere response. Then the introduction is given and Dirk stares for a long second.)
Well, I'll be.
(Thickening the southern accent for the sheer irony. Still. His mind is burning up. It certainly made sense with Angel's flippant approach to him, and it made sense why Angel probably didn't care about anything Dirk had done or thought about doing. And he's probably fucked a million virgins to the point where Dirk's complete lack of experience wasn't even an issue.
Still.)
I'm something of a pornographic connoisseur myself. I used to make some dope puppet porn back in my heyday. (And obsessively collected porn through a cohesive filing system on his drive that was organized by category and kink. He was something of an addict and if he were a few years younger, he might have been absolutely hounding this guy in approximately three seconds or less.)
But I ain't really ever done shit. Never had the opportunity. Limited options where I come from. The list of available dudes to fuck was practically nonexistent. The most action I've ever had was when my ex made out with my decapitated head.
(So....................He shoves his hands into his pockets.)
When you say seven circles, I take it you mean hell?